"Christmas is here, this calm quiet night," I softly sang, leaning my head against the windowsill. "Mom, can I go outside?" The second snow. Winter in Michigan was harsh. Snow in October, slush in November, and nothing but snow days in December. I was just waiting to get a taste of my first snowflake. Dying to.
When I didn't hear an answer, I jumped from my seat on the bed and made my way down the hallway, only to find that the brunette was ironing her newest dress for work. "Mom!" I repeated. "I wanna go outside. Can I go outside?"
My mother only stared at me with beading eyes. "Get your coat and go," she replied simply, nodding her head towards the door.
I smiled brightly, grabbing my coat. I didn't have it on halfway before I was outside. Screw earmuffs, screw gloves, and screw the stupid coat, I just need to not accidentally murder myself out here. I looked up at the sky, quickly sticking out my tongue. It's funny. In movies, the snowflake falls on you immediately. In Michigan, though, you had to swerve your head around like you were drunk in order to get one. Quickly, I spotted one, then turning my head just enough. There it is, the sweet cold hitting my tongue. My first snowflake.
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Random December Celebratory Stories
RandomWow, long title! This is where I'll put all my human ocs' random stories... except they all take place in December, in a town of Honeybrook, Michigan, right at the tip of the thumb, near Port Austin. Happy December!!
