The gentle snowfall traces the outline of Freddy's window, as he embraces his childhood teddy bear, reminiscing about a faint and wispy image of a warm kind hearted woman, his mother. Ten years had flown by as he recounts how many Christmases had passed at the orphanage, children running down the halls squealing as they keep the hope of Father Christmas coming down the large ashy chimney and bestowing them with gifts of many. Freddy's had been wrapped up in another momento of his childhood, a fleece blanket, soft as a sheep under the glow of a midnight sky grazing on a patch of grass. He watched out through the tiny window in the sleeping hall as the others had been steady asleep while he had been watching the snowfall, the silhouettes of the chunky, glittering snow rhythmically crashing down like ballerinas. He fantasizes about a Christmas once again with family surrounding him and cherishing him even as he grows older the older memories slowly inch to becoming less than a memory but more of a thought.
The wooden boards creak as a busted pipe drips water down from the ceiling into the silver bucket collecting the drops of rain, carrying the fresh smell throughout the room. A warm light slowly creeps out from under the door slowly coming to the room as he tucks his head under the covers to shield himself from a talking to. The door cracks open as the familiar clicking of heels on the ground alerts him to stay down while a hand reaches onto his shoulder telling him to awaken.
“Freddy, sweetheart it indeed is a merry Christmas, there’s someone for you to meet, come now and bring your things,” the nun had told him as he scurried to gather his small amount of belongings. His heart had longed for those words to exit the nuns mouth as his heart began to race, and for a second he caught a glimpse of himself in the cool, pale and foggy window and saw a smile. He hadn’t seen one of those in a while.