There’s one village where it’s always white at Christmas.
It’ll come on Christmas Eve and lay on the ground until the 28th, every time.
And for those few days, everyone comes out to play. The commuters, the locals, the kids and their parents. They build snowmen, make forts, throw snowballs at the vicar.
They’re having so much fun, they completely ignore the silver-coated figure sitting on the park bench.
But Mr Snow doesn’t mind. Because in this one place, at this one time, people are happy to see him.
He doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but it’s a present he’d ask for.
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It’s Christmas week \o/
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