Like looking into a snowglobe with the snow falling down as if from the heavens Apollos warm face leaned against the frost bitten window taking in the falling snow, melodies flowing from the choirs of carolers, as the trademark smells of turkey, fruitcakes, pine trees filling every house that glows with honey Christmas lights on their Christmas trees. Every house but his. He glances back out the window, his humid breath fogging it up as he traces a frowny face onto it, the cool chill of the frosty window goes up against his warm fingertip tracing it feeling a familiar chill re enters his house but also his heart. He suddenly gets a whiff of a flatbread entering under the thin crack under the door peeking out from the hallway light.
He wobbles up from the velvet sofa, still feeling the lingering chill of the windows on his veiny hands, he reaches out to the cool silver doorknob to find a lone pizza box oozing out a warm steam transferring over to his hand as he picks it up. The comforting smell of pepperoni fills the giant apartment flexing his father’s fortune, many things change which he always notices but never says aloud. Like the families roaming the snowy and icy streets below, smiling pearly whites stained with hot chocolate and gooey marshmallows. He replayed his movie watching, a movie he has carefully selected from the previous years of gaining much movie knowledge. The warm, oily pizza already halfway done continues to steam the room as more and more junk food joins the pile. Apollo glances out the window again capturing the image of the angelic snow falling down on passers bys enjoying their Christmas Eve. There are many things he wishes to enjoy, after all if it’s not Christmas he can enjoy what can he?