Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'.

There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for Hope, and there is nothing he wouldn't do for me... We spend our lives doing nothing for each other.

Listen, the snow is falling and it is not Christmas yet.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

the Snow shows up how unity of the crystalline water ice drawing the color of purity.

From that day forward she never used my name. Eventually I forgot it. Mrs. H called me something new. She named me cruel and smirking, she named me not for beauty or for cleverness or for sweetness. She named me a thing I could aspire to but never become, the one thing I was not and could never be: Snow White.