Nim sat at the kitchen window looking out at the still, snowless night.
“Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
“Nim,” said Glitter. “It’s not snowing. In fact, there is no sign of snow in the forecast.”
“Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal.”
“Nim,” said Glitter again. “It’s not snowing, there’s no sign of snow in the forecast and it looks like rain.”
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.”
“Nim,” said Glitter. “IT’S NOT GOING TO SNOW!”
Nim stopped twirling, dancing and singing and looked at Glitter thoughtfully.
“Do you know what you need?”
Glitter sighed and shook her head.
“Yes. Hope,” said Nim. “Hope that it will snow on Christmas Day.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Well, we’ll just have to make our own.”
“How can we—Nim, where are you going?” Glitter called after Nim’s retreating back.
“To get snow!”
A few minutes later, Nim came out of the craft room with a box full of blue, white and sparkly foam snowflakes.
“Now,” said Nim. “We are going to put these together and hang them all around the house.”
“I don’t know Nim,” said Glitter. “Those are a lot of snowflakes to clean up. Maybe we should–“.
“Did you or did you not say that we have been a good influence on each other when Lil stopped by last night?“
“I did, but–“.
“Then please can we do this? Please? We won’t be making a big mess…we’ll be decorating,” Nim smiled, hugging a bag of fluffy white stuffing.
“Oh ok,” said Glitter. “It does sound like fun.”
They got to work glueing snowflakes together and stringing them up from light fixtures, windows, ceiling fans and doorways.
“We don’t have enough,” said Nim.
“There are plenty,” said Glitter.
“No. We need to make more,” he said grabbing a pair of scissors.
“Oh no. No, no, no Nim. I know you and I know what will happen if you start making paper snowflakes.”
“It will be alright Glitter,” said Nim with a gleam in his eyes. “I’ll only make a few.”
“We don’t have time for paper snowflakes anyway. The boys will be up soon,” said Glitter pointing an antler at the clock.
“Oh no! I need to do one more thing,” cried Nim as he dropped the scissors, scooped the bag of stuffing up and flew down the hall.
Glitter, happy that she had successfully kept Nim from making a giant mess, finished picking up bits of glitter and string in the kitchen before following him.
Glitter’s feet stopped moving when she saw what Nim had done.
Fluffy ‘snow’ covered the ground with glittery snowflakes sprinkled on top. Nim was hanging one final snowflake from the Mistle-Toad’s foot.
“See Glitter, all you needed was a little hope!”
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