Mother Snow descends upon Bloomington Elementary School
Dec. 22, 2012 at 6:22 a.m.
Kathryn Childers sat draped in a dark red cloak as she read to students at Bloomington Elementary School.
Mother Snow, as she calls herself, recounted the unusually large amount of Christmas snow Texans experienced in 2004.
The enchantress read to a cafeteria filled to the seams of the school's cafeteria.
She kept the squirming students entertained with games in-between chapters.
"Who here was born on Christmas Eve in 2004," Childers asked.
Not a peep was made.
But then she broadened the question to pinpoint a child with birthday closest to the miraculous white winter.
Cristian Preciado, 7, rose from the swarm.
His mother, Judith Preciado, happened to be in the room and beamed with pride as her son stood next to the celebrity reader.
Cristian was born Dec. 21, 2004, said his mother.
Preciado said they were living in McAllen at the same, where they received about four inches of snow days after Cristian's birth.
"It was the icing on the cake," the mother said. "There were kids everywhere playing in the snow."
The touring novel's author, Clark Childers, appeared halfway through his mother's reading in a blue puffy vest jacket - appearing prepared for the chance of another sudden snow.
"This was a story we all had trouble believing," the author said. "I just start writing what I remembered a few days after it happened."
Currently, Childers is working on a independent film titled, "The Crossing," which follows the life of a dying immigrant woman at the mercy of a South Texas ranching curmudgeon.
Toward the last few pages of, "More Snow For Kids," the author took his book from his mother's hands and read the remaining lines to the crowd of gleeful students.
Wearing a dark purple Minnesota Vikings sweatshirt, Guadalupe Gonzales, 8, sat listening with his head planted in his palms.
"I really like the story," Guadalupe said. "I've never seen snow before."
In Bloomington, the winter snow reached about 12 inches the winter of 2004.
Many of the children in the cafeteria that afternoon were what Mother Snow referred to as snow babies.
A white plastic snowflake dangled from her neck.
"Somehow that snow touched everybody's hearts," Childers exclaimed. "That joy is what Christmas is all about."