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How to Enable or Disable the Falling Snow Effect on Your WordPress Blog

Published on Dec 6, 2025Dec 8, 2025 by Hugh W. Roberts29 Comments

Have you noticed that snow is falling on some WordPress blogs? As you read the post, small flakes of snow gently drift down. Meanwhile, on other blogs, like mine, there’s no snow.

WordPress introduced the festive snowfall feature a few years ago. It only works when reading a post via the WordPress website. You won’t see it if you’re reading a post in the WordPress Reader or the Jetpack App unless you click through to the website. This time, it runs until 4th January 2026. But how do you turn the feature on or off? Easy – follow my instructions.

Go to your blog’s dashboard and click Settings – General.

Scroll down the page until you come to ‘Snow.’

You’ll see a box with the words ‘Show falling snow on my site until January 4^th.’

An image highlighting how to turn on/off the falling snow feature on the dashboard of a WordPress blog. — Where to turn on/off falling snow on your WordPress blog

If you want snow to fall on your blog, tick the box. If you don’t want snow falling on your blog, untick the box.

Click the ‘Save Changes‘ box at the bottom of the page.

Ensure the changes are effective by opening one of your posts on the WordPress website.

I’m not a lover of anything moving onscreen while I’m reading, as I find it distracting. However, I know that many bloggers love the idea of gently drifting snowflakes while they read blog posts during the festive season.

The choice is yours. And now you know how to switch on or turn off snow falling on your blog.

For the above instructions, I’m using a desktop computer. The falling snow effect is only controlled through your WordPress.com dashboard, not the Jetpack mobile app.

Is it snowing on your blog? If not, do you want it to snow? Let me know why you like or dislike the idea of snowflakes drifting on WordPress blogs.

The featured image on this blog post is sourced from Pixabay. AI reviewed spelling and grammar errors.

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Footprints In The Snow – A Poem For Christmas

Published on Dec 18, 2023Dec 18, 2023 by Hugh W. Roberts80 Comments

Footprints in the snow
Lovers' kiss under the mistletoe
On the tree, the lights do shine
Once again, it is Christmas time

In the church, the sound of a choir
While up above, the moon climbs higher
Stockings hanging, gifts all wrapped
The sound of Santa, sleigh all stacked

Carrots for Rudolph, a sherry for Gran
A bottle of something for Uncle Stan
As midnight approaches, the world falls asleep
And in the morning, the snow will be deep

No more shopping; those socks will do
Nobody will guess what I got for you
As Christmas approaches, a new year awaits
Wise men wondering what stars hold their fate.

Photo of a snow meadow with footprints in the snow. — Can you see footprints in the snow?

Did you see some Corgis playing in the snow in the above video? I wonder who they are?

I used the ‘Verse’ block rather than the paragraph block for my poem. I think it gives poetry a much better look on a blog post.

Do you use the ‘Verse’ block if you’re a poet and publish poetry on your blog?

I’m not a lover of poetry. It’s one of the most complex forms of writing that eludes me. Yet, ‘Footprints In The Snow’ was among my earliest posts on Hugh’s Views And News.

It got a few likes and comments, so I thought I’d give it another airing, given that my blog now has a broader audience.

Since ‘Footprints In The Snow’ was published in December 2014, my poetry cogs have remained frozen. Not even summer heatwaves have thawed them.

Poetry, quite simply, remains a mystery to me.

What do you find most challenging to write?

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Winter Workout #WordlessWednesday #Photography

Published on Jan 25, 2023Jun 8, 2023 by Hugh W. Roberts45 Comments

Wordless Wednesday – No words, just pictures. Allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

Photo of a young man shovelling snow off a path — How do you workout in winter?

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The Magic Of Christmas

Published on Dec 21, 2020Nov 17, 2025 by Hugh W. Roberts43 Comments

It always snowed at Christmas, and it was one thing Fiona detested.

A white Christmas was one of the remaining bits of magic the festive season had over her. This Christmas, she needed to get rid of it once and for all.

Witnessing the arrival of the angels every Christmas Eve had helped keep the magic alive. But last year the angels seemed different; different to how they had always appeared to Fiona. Last year, the first Christmas Fiona hadn’t believed in the magic, the angels had refused to show their faces to her.

“You’re too old to be hanging up Christmas stockings,” Fiona yelled at her daughters as they approached the fireplace. “And you can lay the table and cook tomorrow’s dinner if you want to celebrate. Christmas Day is now going to be like any other day. The magic of Christmas no longer exists.”

At the stroke of midnight that night, Fiona made her way out of the house. Would the angels show their face this year?

It wasn’t long before the warm globes of light appeared. The angels had come back and made their way to the only part of the garden where virgin snow lay. It hadn’t snowed for two days, yet the footprints Fiona had made in that part of the garden were no longer visible.

“You’re not real! Why don’t you show me your faces anymore? There’s no such thing as the magic of Christmas,” she shrieked, as all but one of the angels touched the undisturbed snow and melted into it. As the winter air chilled Fiona’s bones, the last angel turned around and beckoned her towards it.

Doing all she could to stop herself moving towards the creature, its ugly face made Fiona want to scream, but nothing but a silent screech came out of her mouth. She tried thinking about the magic of Christmas in the hope the creature would go away, but her body refused to stop moving. By the time she reached it, its terrifying face had melted away.

Fiona’s heart raced. Had they gone?

A noise from behind her forced her to turn around and look back at the house. Now, before her, the whole garden was full of untrodden, virgin, snow, yet it had not snowed.

As she made the first hesitant steps towards the house, Fiona’s journey abruptly stopped. From underneath the snow, a hand appeared and grabbed her ankle. Her screams went unheard as the warm hand pulled her into the world of non-believers.

Fiona’s last sight of the magical world she had once believed in was that of a stout figure, dressed in red with a long white beard, standing on the roof of the house.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas,” laughed the figure, as the final remains of Fiona melted into the virgin snow.

The image in this post was created by me using Canva.