Snowy Days - A Christmas Special
Snowy Days He stands by the abandoned bus stop, the warm yellow of a single lamp flickering overhead. The next arrival isn't until thirty minutes later, but he will wait, standing in the billowing wind, the icy snowflakes kissing his bare cheeks as he stares unmoving at the white he dwells in. Was it too daring of her to announce the hatred she bore towards Christmas? She had never believed in Santa Claus, even when she was still a child years ago, nor was she religious. The holidays were just a scam for people to spill their money out of their pockets, nothing more. The wind was too loud for her to concentrate as it swept by her windows. She stood up and walked towards them. The snow was still glistening brightly under the lamp post by the bus stop outside. There was also a silhouette of a man holding his hand out to shield his eyes from the white flakes which kept on blowing stubbornly, his back burdened by the seemingly heavy backpack on his shoulders. Not that it ma