Okay, I was intrigued as to why we had a "Snow" festival when the thing was but a common sight when it was winter time. Shouldn't we have a rain fair then or something?
This year, they had settled to celebrating snow. That minuscule, white ice crystal. I don't think the town had gone bonkers yet, but seeing this was the first time, I indulged myself to the little celebration. It was a snowy town to begin with, so I had it would be quite natural for us to celebrate something we had plenty of.
The festival had no name yet, except for the fact that it was indeed, snow-themed. The people were were quite excited frankly, even though I assumed that they would be just freezing their bottoms off after the festival. They had everything planned quite well though.
In the first day, they were going with just the usual calm day of displaying stuff and being off with their business. They were off in their booths selling either food (the winter rice cake was a treat to the tongue, the wine was another story). There were makeshift igloos too, and a warm fire inside; it was kind of daunting to be inside, but when you've been there, you would know it's actually quite comfy.
The second day marked off a town snowball fight. It was very, very invigorating to say the least. They had, like, people do stuff you would only find in military war games. They had the melee people who crept up another and slid snow down their pants (not a very good thing mind you), the snipers who propelled snow balls feet away, and the support, who made the snowballs for each and everyone.
The last day had the big bonfire. Everyone was warm, and everyone felt content. I had felt that it wasn't the snow that made everyone happy, but just because everyone was just there being themselves.
It was more of a celebration of life than of the snow.
This year, they had settled to celebrating snow. That minuscule, white ice crystal. I don't think the town had gone bonkers yet, but seeing this was the first time, I indulged myself to the little celebration. It was a snowy town to begin with, so I had it would be quite natural for us to celebrate something we had plenty of.
The festival had no name yet, except for the fact that it was indeed, snow-themed. The people were were quite excited frankly, even though I assumed that they would be just freezing their bottoms off after the festival. They had everything planned quite well though.
In the first day, they were going with just the usual calm day of displaying stuff and being off with their business. They were off in their booths selling either food (the winter rice cake was a treat to the tongue, the wine was another story). There were makeshift igloos too, and a warm fire inside; it was kind of daunting to be inside, but when you've been there, you would know it's actually quite comfy.
The second day marked off a town snowball fight. It was very, very invigorating to say the least. They had, like, people do stuff you would only find in military war games. They had the melee people who crept up another and slid snow down their pants (not a very good thing mind you), the snipers who propelled snow balls feet away, and the support, who made the snowballs for each and everyone.
The last day had the big bonfire. Everyone was warm, and everyone felt content. I had felt that it wasn't the snow that made everyone happy, but just because everyone was just there being themselves.
It was more of a celebration of life than of the snow.
About the Author:
Ian Kleine takes every opportunity to go to festivals in his area, and enjoys it well enough to say a few thing about them. Florida Craft Shows has a complete list on every festival around the state. Don't miss out on your town's fairs and go to Florida Craft Shows.
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