Author’s note: I didn’t like any of the prompts I generated today, so I just came up with something on my own. Another Christmas story, Yay! Sorry for any typos and such things, I wrote this on my tablet on the bus and I’m posting using shopping centre wifi before I head to a rehearsal for a Christmas play I’m helping out with next week.
“Pete! Pete! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
Megan bounced onto the bed and shook her boyfriend. He groaned and pulled the duvet over his head. Megan immediately pulled it back again.
“Pete, it’s Christmas and it’s snowing! You told me I wouldn’t get to see snow on Christmas!”
Slowly, Pete opened his eyes halfway and stared out at Megan. “What?” he said when his brain finally managed to communicate with his mouth.
“Snowing!” Megan exclaimed again. “Come on, get your coat!”
Megan was already half dressed, and only needed to pull on another couple of top layers and her coat before she was ready. While Pete dragged himself out of bed and began getting dressed, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail that she then stuffed into a beanie.
A few minutes later, Peter found Megan by their front door, bouncing from foot to foot in anticipation.
“Haven’t you seen snow before, woman?” he asked, nodding towards the door to indicate he was ready and that they could go out.
“Where I come from, we start complaining about the cold when it hits ten degrees. Celsius.”
The snow wasn’t very deep, but it was enough that Megan could mold snowballs in her hands and peg them at Pete. He was much adept at ducking them than she was, and she ended up with a few wet patches on her jumper where he managed to hit her. Other families, mostly children, were appearing in the their own front yards and joyful squeals abounded up and down the street.
Soon the cold was starting to seep through Megan’s several layers of clothing and her teeth were chattering. She squatted down long enough to make make a tiny snowman (his body was only four handfuls of snow) and stuck a twig in his head for a nose, then she and Pete headed back inside to begin getting ready for the rest of the day.
“Well, you got your snow, then,” Pete said, turning the heater on the crossing to the kettle to fill it up. “Do you actually need any other presents now?”
Megan grinned. “Not really,” she said. She moved closer to him and kissed him on the nose. “Merry Christmas.”