The crash

There was a glass ball. Inside the glass ball, it was winter all the time. Only a few days, which we’d call Christmas days, happened something especial: it snowed. Snowflakes fell down from the sky to the ground covered with snow, so those days old snow was covered with new snow. Kids used to go out, create snowmen, throw snowballs between them, and they also used to sing songs. But they are not doing it anymore. They don’t create snowmen, don’t throw snowballs and don’t sing songs anymore, because there’s no snow anymore. There’re no Christmas trees anymore. That especial kind of feeling at Christmas time has disappeared! People inside the glass ball can’t believe it, but I have an explication for that tragedy: a fragile glass ball slipping from a clumsy hand; falling, falling down and CRASHING into the floor. Oh, what would happen to those people (poor people) inside the glass ball! The spirit of Christmas would go out and... There would were no more snow, no more Christmas trees, and no more songs in the streets...
However, has all the snow disappeared? Bruno don’t believe it, can’t believe it while he sees all the snow melting... He doesn’t see it clearly, because there are so many tears on his eyes... That snow is all his life, all he’d known... He run, run and run far away, looking for a place, somewhere snow hasn’t melted yet. And finally, she finds a little bit of snow on the top of the highest place in that glass ball. He’ll have to make an effort if he really wants to touch that snow, the last piece of Christmas in that world. So, he starts to climb roughly and quickly, because that snow can be melted in a while! And when he achieve the top, feeling so tired that he can’t even move his body, he takes that bit of snow into his hands and with the illusion of an entire world he creates a snowman, a cute little snowman, the most adorable snowman he’s ever seen because all the Christmas feeling is concentrated on it. He, still now with tears on his eyes, falls asleep by its side. Bruno can’t imagine what is happening next to him: that little snowman is becoming bigger and bigger! The spirit of Christmas is not here, so anything can’t control it! The snowman grows... until it’s satisfied with his height. Then, surprisingly, it picks him up and takes him away to somewhere, but suddenly, the boy wakes and sees that a big monster made of snow is carrying him away! He tries to free himself, but he can’t! He’s making a huge effort, but all this is useless... His arms sink into the snow, and so do his legs. He’s struggling... But the more he struggles, the more he freezes... and now he feels so sleepy... All hopes are lost...
Somewhere lost inside the glass ball, a child dies by frostbite on a water puddle: the snowman had melted while it was doing the last thing in its short “life”.

Anna Mª Porredon

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