The Christmas-hemoth Spirit
By Theo Winters
Written for hg3300
Stepping out of his house, Phil paused for a moment to admire the freshly fallen snow. It was blanketed over everything, which just added to the still of the night. Taking in a deep breath of the cold air, he let it trail out of his nose and enjoyed the briskness of it. The only sound was the distant rumble of cars on the highway—otherwise it was peaceful.
He paused for a moment to adjust his sweater, and then started down the steps and into the street. He had always enjoyed nights like this, with the snow and the cold air. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, allowing the stars to shine. There were a few streetlights on the road, but they were spaced out far enough to leave near-darkness between them.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked along the street and down towards the local park, enjoying the solitude of the winter night. This was always his favorite time of evening to go out, and the snow made i