11/12- Snow- I'll Be Dreaming Of A White Christmas

Contemporary

There'll be a young couple; their names are irrelevant. Sat down at the kitchen counter, they'll read their books, distantly listening to the news. She will be reading a contemporary romance, of course, set at Christmas. He'll be reading something smart, maybe about economics or business, because he'll promise his future wife that they'll be rich one day.

That'll spark a debate. No, a 'debate' won't be the right word. More like a... consultation? Of their dreams. Others, watching them, would think they're arguing, and maybe they will, once or twice, but for the most part, it'll all be fun and games. He'll press that they should move to a warmer country: a place with summer all year round, plenty of beaches and fun. But she'll say the exact opposite. She dreams that they'll stay where they are, to be close to family, or will move somewhere cold, like Finland, Switzerland or maybe even Northern Canada.

And each time, he'll agree. Not to please her, but because he remembers that Christmas will invite snow. And snow, well. Snow will be their greatest dream.

In 10, maybe 15 years' time, they'll have two kids: Zoey and Finn. Zoey will be the eldest, or maybe it'll be Finn, but either way, Zoey will take Finn by the hand and lead him outside. They'll ask their mum if it's ok to go out and play, and she (along with their dad) will encourage them. Zoey and Finn will grab their winter coats, brand new ones because they just grew out of their own ones, and put them on clumsily.

Their excitement will make it hard for them to slow down and put clothes on properly! First, their coats will come on hurriedly. They'll remember to button them up to the tippy-top before pulling on their snow boots. Zoey will ask Finn to tie her laces, and he'll complain just like little boys do, but he'll tie them, even before his own.

They'll attempt to rush outside, but mum will pull them back to lecture them and pass their hats, scarves and gloves. And finally (finally!) they'll free themselves from the constraints of the pine-scented home and rush outside to play. "Snow!" Finn will cry at the top of his lungs before Zoey joins in. Together they'll howl in joy, stumbling into the meter-deep snow. Finn, being smaller, will sink into the snow, slowing his steps until he has to ask his sister to slow down.

She'll call back to him, and her wise words will be to "spread his weight out."

But she'll wait for him, though only after finding the perfect snowman-building spot. Finn will waddle up to her and approve, and then the fun will truly begin.

"Rolling! Rolling! Rolling!" he'll cheer as he pushes his ball of snow along, making the head of the snowman as his sister will form the body. And they'll chatter constantly!

Who is faster? Me!

Whose is rounder? Mine!

They'll cry out their answers until their voices crack, and they burst out laughing. They'll fall to the floor laughing. And they'll keep laughing. Even as they stand up and Zoey will finally finish the body, rolling it in the 'snowman stop'.

Finishing their building of the body, they'll rush into the home for an extra set of gloves, a hat and the works. As they run in, their noses will be filled with the scent of cooking. It won't quite be Christmas yet, so it won't be Christmas dinner, but maybe it'll be some roast. Or maybe a lasagne. Or maybe a nice warm soup. Whatever it'll be, it'll mean they have to hurry up with the snowman.

"Don't rush." Mum will say. "We'll wait for you. You go have fun." But what mum won't know is that now it's a race. A race to see how quickly they can decorate him and return.

They will have trodden snow all throughout the house, but they'll run back out, without a care in the world.

Dad, on the other hand, will care that he'll have to mop up. The house rule is that if mum is busy, you have to do it. A great rule! But this time mum will say to leave it, because she knows that they'll bring in more snow later.

Back outside, Zoey and Finn's race will be going poorly, because they'll be distracted by anything and everything. It'll take them about ten minutes, which will be two minutes slower than the year before. But they won't care, because they'll have dinner on the table.

They'll leave their snowman be, high-fiving his twig arms on their way back in. Where, of course, they'll bring in more snow. Mum, as always, will have been right, and dad will get to mop up the mess.

And they'll all sit down, forks in hand, saying thanks for the food, and will be content with it. As the snow will begin to fall again, their little hearts will light up with joy. Mum and dad will look at each other, tears in her eyes, because this will be everything she will have dreamed of.

Thank you for reading. I hope you got a little Christmas joy from this story. Here, for anyone who wants it, is the maintenance.

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