UPON THE SNOW
by Sophie Dahl

Once upon a time, in a city that was tall, so tall it seemed to reach up and meet the sky as if to kiss the heavens, a magic occurred on the eve before Christmas.

Snow abounded, falling thick and heavy on Central Park, bright white like a papal robe, shrouding the trees in a whimsy and the city's people in wonder.

They stuck out their tongues and tasted it, as children do, the air around them crisp and electric, breathing almost, alive

That moment, as everyone stopped to admire the snow, be it through their windows or as they slid down the street, time halted somehow.
The grievances of the world ceased to exist.
Empty, aching hearts were full and fat.
Joy danced collective, in and out of every person.
Christmas itself became of non-denomination.
It wasn't called Christmas anymore.
It was called "The day that everything was perfect."

A day that everyone could have, that celebrated all that is good in the world, and right and true.

Knowing that they had this day forever after, the people went about their business, and they were happy.

THE END

ashley and i wish all of our friends and family a joyous and healthy holiday season.