The Weather Dispute

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It ’tis Christmas time, and I have yet to do a Christmasy post. This week has been really busy and long, and I’m trying to get through this Saturday. Which isn’t hard, I should probably finish my cup of tea and then drink some coffee…

This is the first “really” busy Christmas season I’ve had in a long time. And it became busy…like a week before the season, so I didn’t have time to prepare. Thankfully, the past three days has been very calm because we’ve been sick.

Not that I’m thankful to be sick, but it is nice to not be rushing.

Today I am going to tell you a Christmas story, so please. Pull your chairs around, and sip your hot cocoa as I begin.

Most people don’t know this, but there are people that live in a world called Cloud Nine that are named after the weather. There’s Icy, quite a stone-faced woman with a warm heart underneath her layers of ice, who was preparing for her usual Christmas appearance to the world underneath the clouds when Rain, her close cousin walks in.

“Greetings, Icy, how are you today?” Rain’s blue hair was dripping down her back as she paused at the mirror to make sure her makeup was runny.

“Preparing for the usual Christmas run, of course.” Icy tightened her ice skate without looking at her cousin.

“Oh? Again? Isn’t it someone else’s turn?” Rain turned away from the mirror. “You always get to go, giving children places to skate, and people no reason to drive their cars. For once, people should have a very wet Christmas.”

“No one wants a wet Christmas, Rain. That idea is simply preposterous!” Icy shook back her long, white tendrils of hair as she stood. “Now, I must be on my way, or I’ll be too late.”

“No. I am calling a weather council.” Rain said, abruptly stepping into Icy’s way.

“You can’t possibly be serious.”

“Oh, no, I am.” Rain swiftly pulled a piece of cloud, which resulted in all weather beings appearing on the spot. Sunny, her pleated dress ironed to perfection, her straight blond hair past her waist, and her smile bright enough to be a Crest commercial bounced over, followed by Snow, a rather white man with ice blue eyes. Windy and Breezy came in, along with Fog, Drizzle, Cloudy, Hail, and Blizzard.

“I purpose that Icy has had too much power over the Christmas season.” Rain stomped her foot. “And it is time for her to give up her power of the world. We should all take turns for our Christmas runs.”

A loud murmur arose until Blizzard stood up, the dark and whiteness of him contrasting greatly. “I second this motion. There is absolutely no reason for Icy to always appear on Christmas Day.”

“It should obviously be all of us.” Snow said. “At least, me. Mostly me. I’m the best looking out of all of us.”

“Just because you’re a model, Snow, doesn’t mean you can hate on all of us!” Windy tried to smooth her tangled hair but quickly gave up.

“Hey, just saying, I have 87,524, 342 uses of my hashtag on Instagram and you have…what? Three?”

“I have a total of 4, 365, 378, so you better hold your tongue, Mister Snow!”

“Hey, hey, no fighting here, guys. We’re just trying to figure this all out.” Sunny wrapped her arms around Windy and Snow’s shoulders. “I think it would be best if we each had a different part of the world to appear in during Christmas, so then it will be fair.”

“That’s…not a bad idea.” Icy admitted. “It means I don’t have as much work, so…Let’s do it. All in favor, say aye.”

The chorus of ayes settled the matter, and that is why, my friend, you have so many different kinds of weather during Christmas. But it still isn’t fair that Snow models them all. I mean, you shouldn’t always dream of a white Christmas, you know.

I hope you enjoyed this story, and your hot chocolate. Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS.

(IT’S ALMOST CHRISTMAS DAYYYYY!)

~~Amie~~

6 thoughts on “The Weather Dispute

  1. I liked that story! It reminded me of a movie The Year Without a Santa Claus.
    But I will still dream of a white Christmas. You get rain and wind and clouds all year long, but Christmas time is the one time where you want snow. It’s the hardest weather to get it seems, at least in the south.

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