The sun returned today, casting shadows of snowflake dancers, and bringing with it a piercing icy wind. Much like the frigid cold of Scrooge’s London on Christmas Eve as he travels with the Ghost of Christmas Present.
Perhaps amid the cheery shopkeepers, the miners, the mariners, the Cratchits, the church-goers, Scrooge also saw, out of the corner of his eye, a snowflake dancer. All of them, every one, keeping Christmas in their own way.
Then the bell struck 12.
And Scrooge beheld a draped and hooded phantom coming, like a mist along the ground, toward him…