Dance of the Snowflakes: A Poem

Dance of the Snowflakes

The snowflakes dance to this new song of joy,

Like the angels did all those years ago

Their dance tells a story death will never destroy;

Describing a hope far brighter than snow.

The snowflakes are silver but they shine like gold

And glow like fireflies in the silent sky

Sparkling like precious gems in the night so cold,

Like the treasures brought by the faithful magi.

The snowflakes are like fair beacons of light,

Like the Star that shone over Bethlehem

Guiding the world through its long, dark night

Until the day when the Saviour returns to men.

The snowflakes are many, like the years of the earth

And like my blessings, too many to count

They demonstrate hope’s invaluable worth

And show us the peace that meek stable found.

The snowflakes still dance to this song of joy,

Like the angels did all those years ago

They speak of a love evil will never destroy;

A love which will set our cold hearts aglow.

© Adair Jacobs 2016

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Glam for the Holidays

For me, Christmas fashion should be cosy, full of life and joy, and a little bit nostalgic– just like the holiday season itself. For years, dressing up for Christmas and my family’s annual Boxing Day celebration has been my fashion highlight of the year. I always try to wear something comfy and warm, with plenty of sparkling accessories as well!
Glam for the Holidays

 


This look encompasses everything I love about Christmas fashion. It has small reminders of years past, thanks to the ’40s style pleated skirt and peep-toe sandals. The jacquard purse and mink cape add a touch of richness and luxury, and the nude nail polish and red lipstick keep the look classic. However, Christmas is also about looking ahead and hope for the future; so I updated this outfit with a very modern white jumper. Finally, gold and ruby jewellery gives the holiday panache that is so important in Christmas dressing! Fashion at Christmastime should make one feel warm, contented, and hopeful, and I hope that this look does just that.

On the Winter Wind: A Poem

Winter always makes me think of the Soviet experience in World War II. The severity of the Russian winter made what was already a brutal and difficult war even worse; and there must have been some unimaginably bleak days for the soldiers who were trying so desperately to defend their Motherland.

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Artillery defending the vicinity of Moscow. Attribution: RIA Novosti archive, image #46802/ Temin/CC-BY-SA 3.0

Last night I wrote this poem, with the 1941/42 defense of Moscow in mind. For me, the Soviet Union’s Great Patriotic War was defined by great suffering and tragedy but also an omnipresent determination to go on. Even while being routed by the invading Wehrmacht in the first months of the war, people remained defiant and resolute in their cause. I hope you enjoy the poem, and its accompanying photographs of winter on the Eastern Front.

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Here, Soviet aircraft overfly German positions near Moscow. Attribution: RIA Novosti archive, image #2564/ Samaryi Guraryi/ CC-BY-SA 3.0

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A wonderful poster boldly stating, “We will defend Moscow!” By unknown author, via Wikimedia Commons, public domain.

On the Winter Wind

The winter wind is coming,

A wraith riding on his wings

Coming, closer, coming

And the wraith unearthly sings;

Its song not yet known to man

Harsh and fierce, it fills the sky

And now, now I understand

It sings a battle-cry.

The winter wind approaches

And on his wings is War

From homes and fields and trenches

We hear the cry once more

The cry of conquest, ages old

They come as men and leave as bones

Forgetting that we are Russian souls;

More stubborn here than stones.

Winter’s breath cannot break us,

Nor can War’s fatal song

Triumph will not be denied us;

When we see these frosty spirits gone.

The winter wind shrieks above

We sense the wraith’s most vile lure

But their assault is not enough;

We are Russian, we endure.

© Adair Jacobs, 2016

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A tank of Germans with what appear to be Soviet civilians, perhaps displaced. Attribution: Bundesarchiv, Bild 183-B15686/ Gebauer/ CC-BY-SA 3.0

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On November 7, thousands of fresh troops marched through the heart of Moscow on their war to the front. Attribution: RIA Novosti archive, image #429/ Oleg Ignatovich/ CC-BY-SA 3.0

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German soldiers retreat through the snow and winter wind. From Druhá svetova válka strucné dejiny, nakladatelstvi Svoboda Praha via Wikimedia Commons, unknown author, public domain.

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Tankers go to the front with hope; their tank displaying the words “Happy New Year!”. Attribution: RIA Novosti archive, image #266/ Alexander Kapustyanskiy/ CC-BY-SA 3.0

 

Celebration Wear

In September of this year, I fulfilled a long-held wish; and attended my first wedding! One of my older cousins was getting married, and I was delighted to be attending her wedding. There had never been any family or friends’ weddings for me to attend before, and ever since I was a preteen I’d always wanted to be invited to one of these momentous and celebratory occasions. My cousin’s wedding was really special and emotional for me. Perhaps it affected me so much because it was the first wedding I’d been to, but I was really struck by the significance of the proceedings and the love and happiness I could see between my cousin and her new husband. That, and the circumstances of my own life, meant that I was in happy and conflicted tears by the time the dancing began. Anyway, although my face got red and puffy, at least I had put a lot of thought into what I was wearing!Celebration Wear

 

Part of why I so wanted to go to a wedding was because it was a chance to dress up. Usually when I dress up it’s to go to the movies or church, and nobody else generally takes those opportunities in the way I do. It was exciting to be going somewhere that I knew everyone was going to be looking fancy. The above is a representation of my wedding outfit. I had an emerald dress with a tulip skirt, and floral gold jewellery which really popped against the green. My makeup and nail polish were in a vintage rose colour, and I stuck with classic black for my shoes and handbag. I felt great in my outfit, but what I will remember most are the emotions of the night. It was truly a beautiful evening, and I am really grateful that I was invited to be a part of it. To my cousin and her husband, you had a wonderful wedding, and I hope that your life together will be many times as wonderful!