She pulled her hood up around her. The air was cold and the winter whipped her from all sides. It was impossible to see anything a few feet in front of her, but she trudge through the snow anyway. Evergreen trees rose in all directions. She zig zagged between them to avoid some of the torrents of wind. It was dark, but something outlined the trees and surroundings for her, she looked up. Just dark clouds and snow. Angie you are so stupid. You should of waited for someone to come help you she thought clutching her self harder. She stumbled now. The snow was piling up incredibly fast. Now it covered just above her ankles and each minute it seemed to stack more and more. How does one feel so boxed in out side in the open? Angie stepped forward and a she could make out a wall of some sort. Behind it, light shined dimly into the sky. As she got closer she realized it was a wall over evergreens. Perfectly in a row blocking any vision past them. She looked one way and they disappeared into the flurry of snow fall, the other way was the same. As she got closer to the wall she could hear something from the other side, music? Her arms pushed through the limbs of the trees and they racked against her. Warm, light and cinnamon rushed to meet her on the other side.
A village, no a city. Buildings with a Bavarian and Scandinavian architecture spread out all around her. Cobble stone covered the ground and Christmas trees lit up the darkness. Lights hung from the roofs and over the different pathways and the square which revealed itself to her. A large fire was roaring in the middle. Food was being cooked and roasted all over on mobile carts. Some small people rummaged around and then normal people went about decorating and cooking the food. Some drank out of large wooden tankards at long picnic tables. Laughter, cheer and glee swarmed into a delicious cocktail of delight. She stumbled out onto the cobble stone.
“Yo” A girl called over to her. Angie was still thawing out and her ears had stopped ringing from the torrents of wind from beyond the wall of trees. She turned slowly. A girl with teal hair and a pink and purple jester hat sat holding a large tankard. Her ears were long and elf like. She was tall though. Her long slender legs crossed as she leaned back against a large wooden drink cart.
She stared for a moment “Hey” she finally said moving slowly towards the girl. “um- uh” Angie looked around one more time before slowly sitting down. Faintness and tiredness was setting in. How long had she been lost among the snow? “Where is this? Last time I checked I was in Canada somewhere”
The girl with the teal hair burst out laughing and took a large swig of what ever it was in the tankard. It smalled warm and cinnamon.
“Oh boy, well your not in Canada anymore. Human huh, interesting, wonder what door you came through.” She stuck out her hand “Amy, you?”
“Angie” she said weakly
“Angie, you have stumbled upon Christmas Town, a holiday town. The one and only dedicated to the Holiday of Christmas. Now you might be saying, “Amy, not everyone celebrates Christmas” and my response is, true. Christmas comes in different forms though. Toys, decorations, holiday spirit, lights, a lot of lights, are all made her and shipped across time and space. Here” Amy handed Angie a tankard of her own “Let’s get fucked up”
“Mouth! Young lady” a voice called somewhere
“Yeah, yeah” Amy waved back “drink up it will make you feel better.”
The liquid which wished around the tankard was warm and smelled sweet. A cider of some sort. Steam rose and small little sparkles shimmered up to her nose. Bottoms up. She took a large gulp. It was thicker then she thought. Cinnamon and vanilla swirled around her mouth and down her throat. It burned, but in a good way. The warmth spread quickly through her body and she felt her self vibrating. Instantly she felt revived. Fatigue faded and all tiredness dripped out of her.
“wow, what is this? It’s incredible” the old lady behind her held out her hand “Yes please”
“Get it girl” Amy laughed also getting another round.
Angie swam in pleasure and warmth, then a thought hit her.
“Am I dead?” she asked her self. Cider sprayed all over the cobble stone. Amy choked besides her, laughing.
“No you are not dead, is this your heaven?” she laughed and wiped the cider off her chin “well, I guess someones heaven could look like this. Nah, I will show you around a bit, then it’s back to Canada for you.”
Amy chugged the last of her drink and handed it back to the old lady behind the cart which they sat at.
“Come on Ange, leave the drink, there’s plenty more where we are going”
Angie thanked the old lady and stood to follow Amy. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was glad whatever it was. She didn’t know if was her thinking that or the cider.
This was inspired by an idea of Holiday towns. I imagine each Holiday have it’s own town that inspires and makes alot of things we see. The ultimate spirit is kept there. Sorta like Nightmare befre Christmas, but the towns are huge, planet size, and there are people that do all kinds of jobs. More on this idea later.