A White Christmas

For the months of November and December, Mother Nature had blessed us with very little precipitation, warm air, and sunny skies.  She had been a very kind mother to us all. Her tears were just enough to keep the earth damp enough to supply the reservoirs with water to drink.  The air she breathed upon us was like pure white virgins dancing to the inundation of the dawn.  The cloak she spread over us kept the frigid air from gnawing at our bones. Bless you, Mother.  
December 25th was closing in upon us, and it was time for her to give us a white Christmas. All the decorations were up and waiting for her to put the final touches on them in the form of snow.  She had been so cooperative up until now, we more or less expected her to comply with our demands.  At last, snow was in the forecast for December 24th.  Now Christmas will feel like it did years ago when poets described it as a “Winter Wonderland.”
In the morning she sent the first flake down to us on a gesture of mercy.  It floated like a silent hymn, dancing with the wind.  Her tears mingled with the air and froze on the way down from the white clouds.  They were followed by more flakes until they covered the ground enough to give the decorations that Christmas look.  The children headed to the park to slide down the hills, while father drove to the market to buy enough supplies to last through the holiday.
Christmas morning it was still snowing hard.  By the afternoon, it covered up the front walk, the driveway, and all the roads.  By night time it snarled up the traffic and made it impossible to drive anywhere.  The snow plows tried to keep it off the roads, but it came down so fast, that was impossible.  Angry frustrated drivers were stranded in their vehicles.
The next morning, they couldn’t even walk anywhere, because the snow was so deep.  All electricity was shut off.  Gas stations had to close down, because no one could drive there.  Helicopters couldn’t get off the ground, because they were covered in snow.  The airports were closed down.  The television stations couldn’t inform the people about the status of the storm, because they also were closed.  All telephone service was shut down.  
Nobody knew how long the storm was going to last. People couldn’t get out of their houses.  They were shut in not knowing what was happening.  Snow was piled up in front of the windows, so they couldn’t look out.  All they could do was huddle up to each other in the cold darkness.  Panic was spread through the Christmas holiday.
The snow spread to the south, also.  It piled up in countries at the equator.   After a while, the whole world was covered in snow.  The storm lasted for forty days and forty nights.  With all the nuclear explosions taking place, the earth shifted slightly away from the sun.  No more Christmases, no more Hanukahs, no more Ramadans, no more life.  Snow finally came for Christmas, but it never stopped. What began as a dream fulfilled, ended up in a nightmare.