It was a gloomy day in the Netherlands. Smoke filled the air, the streets glistening with rain. It was as if you broadcasted this to the world they would think it was a random April evening. But you would be terribly wrong. It was Christmas Eve. A gloomy one at that. Except soon it would become a winter wonderland I just know it. Just as that thought came through my mind I was interrupted by my younger brother Kristoff his whining could be heard for miles. He sounded the alarm... He was going to throw the biggest tantrum on Christmas eve. His eyes shining like the rain on the roads I braced for his complaint but then all of a sudden a star shone through the clouds as if the clouds were on fire. The sky opened like the heavens. I almost thought God was going to appear at this point my brother stopped crying. It was as if my brother was controlling the rain. He tugged on my cool leather jacket accessorized with raindrops and we went on our way through the town square. The golden floor tiles were slick with the previous rain. Our hope was still strong. The Christmas lights gleamed on the frosted Christmas tree. Glowing any color you'd imagine. Our cheeks are red like cranberry juice. This is the most magical Christmas ever I thought. It hasn't snowed for many years. Our hearts are filled with joy and pride. Everyone was chatting and having a good time. Everyone got along that night. In the distance, you could see the pristine country houses and ranches. The Christmas tree was humongous and filled with every color you could think of. The lights on the tree were still dim compared to the star. Not one thing could outshine the star. The Christmas lights reflected onto the road like a mirror. The lights reflecting like a magical rainbow hinted with the gravel on the road. You could hear the stray dogs barking in the distance one approached me its paws ticking against the environment. It must be a magical Christmas after all.