People can’t help themselves. They see one. On the mantlepiece. On a table. In a box. They pick it up. And shake it. And then smile. At the snow flying at whatever scene is depicted inside. As if they were God shaking life. Snow globes/shakers are not art. But what are they? These ornaments. Kitsch. Where do they fit into what we might call the human experience? If aliens landed and picked up one of these things. Would they shake it? Would they be delighted? Or would it fly under the radar of their understanding? One thing you can say about them. They’re round.