Snow fell over Bellweather. Oliver followed a trail of twinkling lights.
The lights led to a cozy building. A sign read: The Christmas Letter Office.
Oliver pushed the door open. A hundred letters drifted around him like snow. He reached for one — it zipped away!
He listened to their rustling whispers. What stories did they hold?
Then he saw it — a single envelope glowing gold on the counter.
He picked it up. It was warm and smelled like cinnamon. The name Clara was written in sparkly ink.
He opened the envelope carefully. Words shimmered on the page: Kindness bridges any distance.
POP! All the letters spun into a whirlwind of light. One landed on his nose.
He laughed. He held the letter to his cheek and traced the words with his finger. Smiling.
Oliver tucked the letter into his coat pocket and stepped back into the snow.
He waved at every lit window. A snowflake landed on his tongue and melted — sweet.
He hung the glowing letter on his bedroom wall and curled up under his quilt. The paper pulsed softly like a nightlight while snow tapped against the glass.
