Two snowflakes—along with “seven billion four / Hundred million, maybe more”—twirl a dance down night skies, hitch a ride on Santa’s sleigh, reach Times Square just in time to see the Ball drop, then flutter off across recognizable New York scenes to Central Park, to spend the rest of the winter on a welcoming snow-lad. Desimini matches Lewis’s sprightly verse with equally exuberant collages made from fragments of printed ads, cut paper, and bits of fluff and tissue. Though “the splendor-ender, Spring” brings an end to the gaiety, it is but a temporary halt, for “Winter called out cold and clear, / ‘I’ll bring you back again . . . next year!’ ” Never has the snowy season been celebrated with more joie de vivre. (Picture book. 6-8)
