The warm mug cupped in her cold hands, Silvia leaned against the hard dining room chair, creaking slightly against the weight. Her eyes lazily watched the steam roll up into the air as she took a tentative sip. The hot steam from the chocolate warmed her frostbitten face as her eyes flicked to the calendar, a dreamy snowy landscape printed above the dates as the first of December was crossed off in a bright pink glitter pen. Silvia’s fingers ran over the bumps and grooves of her old snowman mug. Snowflakes dampened her dark hair as they melted. The soft tinkling of brass angels echoed as they spun in a circle over four white candles. Soft sounds of her radio playing Christmas music as she sighed. The quiet blissfulness of the house as she basked in the peace. Her heart fluttered softly in her chest as snow drifted down from outside her window.