It's Christmas eve and the pavement is sleeping under blankets of snow, snoring softly whenever a careful rush of wheels pass through to come home to eggnogs and storytelling. Snowmen and snowangels guard the lawns, the front yards, and the sidewalks while everyone else is around strong arms to keep them warm, some behind soft whispers of thank you, and others under mistletoes for kisses that say I love you.

Tonight, the fire of the city light is more of a flame - softer, more inviting - the people walk slower, hands held tighter. Snow crunching under heavy soles lead to intricate blades carving patterns on ice. Oranges and reds, soft pinks and purples smudges color on its cold white canvas. Everything and everyone is beautiful under freckles of snow and perfect snowflakes.

Tonight, everything and everyone is happy.

a/n: Ahh. This is an idea I had for a while but never had the inspiration to do. But then that freakin Miracles of December came out and made me cry and emotional and yeah. so just give me like, til next saturday and i'll post this. I'll post this in my Lj account too.

*If you haven't seen it.. why? Here, watch it. k/m.