The backdoor window sat open revealing the frozen landscape of what once was a pumpkin patch. All shades of green and orange were wiped away in a blanket of pure white: the color of purity, innocence, and a hopeful future. It was a hue used in both weddings and funerals. While some found its lack of color bland, there were others who admired the simplicity of its beauty. Cinderella fell into the second group.
Cinderella watched the graceful ritual the flakes sprinkling from the clouds. They danced a most intricate ballet before diving headfirst to kiss the ground where each individual would mesh into a mural of winter. The flames from the fireplace kept her pale skin from freezing. Bruno lay sound asleep on the rug a few feet away from the servant.
Cinderella quietly sang the first verse to her favorite Christmas carol, "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," as she swept the ash around the fireplace. She wished that the cinders could take a holiday. Cinderella kept a smile on her face. Neither