Autumn had been unusually warm this year in New York. The leaves were usually eager to turn into mosaics of Amber and Cherry around the turn of September, but this year it seemed that Mother Nature had other plans. An Indian summer they said. Perhaps the warmest in decades, and day after day, the weatherman marveled at the thermostat as the calendar flipped first to October, then to November, and finally December. People began to wonder if New York might skip Winter altogether, if such a thing were even possible. And as December 25th drew closer, snow this Christmas, it seemed, was not in the works.
But Winter being the capricious creature that she is, changed her mind, and at the last minute a colassal storm pounded the Northeast. There was going to be a White Christmas after all.
In a matter of hours frigid wind completely subdued the landscape, and a brilliant coat of snowy powder covered the countryside. A winter wonderland indeed.
Kirsty watched the spectacle thoughtfully from her bedroom window while her husband, Dean, lay fast asleep.
Too much eggnog, she smirked to herself.