The White World

“Let it snow! Let the frost doth freeze one’s fingers,” exclaimed Mae Miser. “Winter-wonderland and all that without the rotund man in red with his reindeers and sleigh and a copious amount of presents.”
Mary got fuck-all in the way presents, just cold fingers and a huge heating bill. She wondered if Santa or some other fantasy figure might be lurking in the snowy bush and maybe left her something like a gift voucher or sense of humour.