I remember writing this particular 75-worder after listening to a particularly depressing news section on the radio. While I accept these things happen and they should not be ignored, it felt, at the time, as if there was a concerted effort to destroy what little Christmas spirit I had...
I turn off the radio, I drop the newspaper into the bin. I don’t want to know about the traffic chaos, closed schools or the delayed flights. I clasp my cup of hot chocolate and wait. Soon the first few flakes tumble past the window then disappear, but eventually, as I sip, the world turns white. Magical, sparkling, crisp, clean and virginal. Momentarily perfect. I look into the garden and see a snowman not yet made.
I felt much better about the world and myself when I finished writing it.