Up on the hills, as the sun was setting, it was empty. The snow had been crisped to ice and polished pink by the dying sun. All that could be heard was us trudging through the snow, and then our shriek at the speed with which we flew down the hill.
And finally, a phone call to say that the most exciting present of all might be on its way!
Today is December 1st. I can finally open my Christmas box. My cousin arrived with it on Sunday and forbade me from opening it before December. She gave one to me last year but this time she truly surpassed herself with the care and thoughtfulness she had put into it. It had everything a student could want at Christmas.