It had stopped snowing. The small house filled with a vibrant light of love and the nostalgic smell of a cold winter afternoon. It was almost Christmas time. The happy family dozed by the fire.
Suddenly everything tilted. The floor shook so abruptly that the furniture should have fallen upside down. Heavy snow slashed the windows, lifting itself from the ground up.
From the sky, a voice yelled out, “Come on, Mary, let’s go.” The child set the snow globe on the shelf and followed her Mom out the store.
Shocked, inexplicably ashamed, the family stared into space. Christmas was ruined.