One of my part time jobs in high school was as a clerk in a busy florist shop. It was a joy working there at holiday time. Every square foot would be laden with sparkling jewels of red, green, and gold.
Rows of velvet leafed red poinsettias, fresh green wreaths, and shiny gold ornaments greeted me each time I started my shift.
I loved the magical silence before the store opened, and the crowds arrived. I’d find myself transported to my own winter wonderland, with me as Snow Princess.
I’d often take a few minutes and admire the miniature toy village set up in the window on a snow blanket of soft, sparking white fabric. I’d then wind the music boxes behind the counter for a concert.
Lara’s Theme, from the movie Dr. Zhivago, was my favorite.
I’d treat myself to peppermint bon bons in the bowl for the customers by the register. Delicious enough for a Snow Princess too, I figured.
I’d smell the regal perfume of red roses and green pine as I opened the refrigerator case, wishing I could wear the lovely scent.
Then suddenly the gates would be cranked open. The perfume, now replaced by scented pine cones and lit plum pudding candles at the front of the shop to entice the crowds inside.
Smiles would be genuine on the faces of those who quickly entered.
And also for the Snow Princess who worked there.