A bitter wind was stinging my face, trees turning and falling down. Tiles slipping off my roof, “Ouch, hey watch where you’re going.” Now the snow was falling down from the grey Misty sky above. The fire was crackling and the smell of chestnuts drifting high in the air.Under my tree was nothing, absolutely nothing at all.Christmas Eve was usually my favourite part of the year, however this year was all quiet and I had no body to talk to. Thanks a lot Boris!!