In The Snow

Its dark and cold. The snow melts under my feet; seeping into my shoes. I really shouldn’t be out this late but I couldn’t help it. The stars are so beautiful this time of night, especially from my viewpoint on the roof. Everybody has gone to sleep for the day leaving only the streetlights on, well except from Mr. Davis who never sleeps. But the lights were not the only thing I wanted to see. It was Christmas and so I sat here waiting for Santa. Waiting in the snow.

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