It was a suspiciously warm evening in Norway. The moonlight tickling the glistening snow bed. A star glittering through the sky painted by other gleaming stars the sky cold but filled with warm smells of sugary goods and meats from the farmhouses nearby. Our faces felt warm but at the same time as if our expressions would freeze in place. As we looked up one star shone much brighter than the others. My eyes frozen dry as I stared at it which felt like years on end. Dimming as the fog from my mouth covering the star as this happens it's as if the star is color changing due to the opaqueness of my breath. My breath heaving as I grew closer towards the village. The volume of people getting louder with each passing step I take. In the distance you could here the galloping of the local deer and mountain goats just outside of the outskirts of Oppland. As I entered the steep stairs into the village square I could see the stray Norwegian cats in the corner of the frosted sidewalks. Old carriages rattled against the rubbly and gravely road. Horses let out neighs with a hint of jingle due to the jingle bells on the carriages rusted from the last parade. The road they were walking on was shining like silver and glistening the hooves slipping beneath their hooves slushing up against the tundra. The parade was starting soon. It was as if the town council controlled the star due to it growing much brighter than the other stars. As I stared at the star time seemed to speed by. Soon enough you could hear the carollers walk in as the snow crunched beneath their feet. They began to sing with such angelic voices you'd believe that Saint Peter was part of the choir. The night felt like magic little kids running around their noses red like ripe cranberries due to the coldness emitting from the dark sky. It was well past sunset now. yet the peoples' joy stayed bold, so much joy that it could light up a Christmas tree. Long lost lovers danced around the moonlight. Some of them had to split soon as the train howled towards them. Still their love would never die. The stray animals who were hiding earlier decided they wanted to join in the fun too. The older animals basked under the street lights while the adolescent ones started to stir up mischief. But one animal stood out to me the most, the one from earlier. Even though it was dark you could see its expression. He had a wrinkled and grouchy face although he seemed like the sweetest soul. Maybe he doesn't like Christmas? I decided to nickname him Scrooge.