Snowby the Shy Baby Snow Cloud
Moral of the Story:
Even the quietest hearts can bring the
gentlest beauty into the world. Being shy does not mean you cannot shine. It
simply means your light rises softly. Courage
grows when you stop comparing yourself to others and begin trusting who you
are. Everyone blooms in their own time, in their own way, at their own pace. When you
choose kindness instead of fear, you discover the magic inside you. A small act
of bravery can change more than you imagine. The world becomes brighter when we
stop hiding and share our gifts. True confidence is born when you finally
believe that you belong.
Far above the rooftops of Santa’s Village,
drifting quietly through the wintry sky, floated a tiny snow cloud named
Snowby. He was soft and round with fluffy edges, and he sparkled faintly in the
sunlight like a dusting of powdered sugar. Snowby was the youngest cloud in the
Snowfall Family and by far the shyest.
The older clouds were grand and confident.
Bluster, the biggest cloud, roared across the sky with powerful swirls. Flurry
danced with quick spins and loops that made snowflakes scatter in every
direction. Even little Flakelet, the cloud closest to Snowby in size, drifted
proudly wherever she pleased.
Snowby, however, stayed close to the edge of
the sky. He floated slowly, quietly, carefully. When the older clouds released
shimmering snowflakes that filled Santa’s Village with winter magic, Snowby
whispered with awe, wishing he could do the same.
He wanted very much to snow. He wanted to
sprinkle soft flakes across the rooftops. He wanted to decorate the pine trees
with gentle white frosting. But every time he tried, he froze with worry.
“What if my snow does not look right?” he
whispered.
“What if I fall apart?”
“What if I ruin Christmas Eve?”
So Snowby stayed silent.
He watched.
He hoped.
But he never let even one snowflake fall.
One evening, as Christmas Eve approached,
Santa stepped outside his workshop and looked around the North Pole. The ground
was white, but the rooftops were bare. The air was crisp, but the trees needed
a fresh coat of snow to glimmer for Christmas.
“Hmmm,” Santa said softly. “We need one final
snowfall tonight, something gentle and beautiful. Let me see which cloud is
ready.”
The older clouds puffed up proudly.
“Choose me,” Bluster boomed. “I will give you
a thick, heavy snowfall.”
“No, no,” Flurry chimed, spinning gracefully.
“Choose me. I will make a twirling, swirling snow dance.”
Flakelet bounced with excitement. “Choose me,
Santa. I sparkle the prettiest.”
Santa smiled kindly but did not choose any of
them. Instead, he looked toward the shy cloud hovering behind them.
“Snowby,” Santa said gently, “may I speak
with you?”
Snowby trembled. “Me? But I cannot. I mean, I
do not snow very well. I am still learning.”
Santa approached him with warmth in his eyes.
“Snowby, Christmas needs a snowfall that is gentle, quiet, and peaceful. Not
every cloud must roar or dance. Some snowfalls are meant to feel like a soft
blanket for the world.”
Snowby blinked. “You think I could make a
snowfall like that?”
“I do,” Santa said. “But the most important
question is whether you believe it.”
Snowby floated downward ever so slightly. “I
want to believe it.”
Santa nodded. “Then try. Not perfectly. Not
powerfully. Just gently.”
The older clouds watched with surprise. None
of them had expected Santa to choose the shyest cloud of all. Snowby felt their
eyes on him and almost drifted away, but then he remembered Santa’s words.
Not perfectly.
Not powerfully.
Just gently.
Snowby took a quiet breath and gathered the
tiniest bit of courage inside his fluffy center. Slowly, very slowly, he
released a single snowflake.
It drifted downward like a whisper.
Soft.
Light.
Delicate.
It landed on Santa’s glove. Santa smiled.
“Snowby, that is beautiful.”
Snowby felt something warm bloom inside him.
He released another snowflake. Then another. Soon, a soft snowfall began to
form beneath him, drifting like feathers on the calm winter air.
The older clouds stared in awe.
The elves gasped.
The reindeer lifted their noses to the gentle flakes.
The North Pole felt peaceful in a way it had
not felt all season.
“You are doing it,” Santa said. “Do not stop
now.”
Snowby glowed softly. His confidence rose
like warm steam in the cold sky. He released more snowflakes, each one
delicate, each one unique, each one filled with quiet beauty.
The rooftops glistened.
The pines sparkled.
The sleigh shimmered beneath a soft white blanket.
For the first time in his life, Snowby felt
proud.
But suddenly, a wind began to rise at the
edge of the forest. It rushed toward Snowby and shook him from side to side.
Snowby gasped.
“Oh no,” he whispered. “What if I fall
apart?”
Santa called up from below. “Snowby, stay
steady. You can do this.”
The wind pushed harder. Snowby trembled. For
a moment, he wanted to hide behind the larger clouds again. But then he
remembered how his snowflakes made Santa smile. He remembered how the North
Pole looked peaceful and magical because of him.
He gathered his courage.
“I am Snowby,” he whispered. “I can do gentle
things in a brave way.”
With a strong puff from deep within his
fluffy belly, Snowby steadied himself. He held firm against the wind.
The wind quieted.
The sky calmed.
Snowby continued to snow.
His gentle snowfall drifted throughout
Santa’s Village until every rooftop, every sled, every tree, and every pathway
looked like a sparkling Christmas card.
Santa stepped back and admired the scene.
“Snowby,” Santa said, “this is the most
peaceful snowfall we have had in years. You have made Christmas Eve shine.”
Snowby floated higher with pride.
He no longer felt like the shy cloud hiding behind others.
He felt like Snowby, the gentle heart who brought Christmas its quiet beauty.
From that day forward, whenever the North
Pole needed a snowfall that whispered peace into the night, Snowby answered the
call with a soft glow in his fluffy chest.
He had finally discovered his gift.
And the world was better for it.
Snowby’s Christmas Poem:
A little cloud with a gentle glow
He was scared to let his snowflakes go
He trembled softly in the sky
Too shy to let his dreams drift by
But one brave night, he found his way
And snowed with love on Christmas Day
For peaceful snow begins this way
With quiet hearts that choose to stay
Discussion Questions for Children
and Parents:
1. Snowby was shy and unsure of his abilities. Have you
ever felt that way when trying something new?
2. Why do you think Santa chose Snowby instead of the
bigger and louder clouds?
3. Snowby discovered that gentle strength is still
strength. What gentle strengths do you have that make you special?
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