A Christmas Tale

As the crowed cheered on, we had the world on our shoulders, it was ours, and it was cold outside, the cold world was ours then, yes your’s and mine. We discovered it together, the world, the cold world you called home and my world was warm to the touch and you invited me over into chilliness with ice cream cones lacking whip cream. Why that combination I asked you and you told me straight up, a fat life of good emotions is the cherry on top of all ice creams in the chilly world. And you pushed my ice cream to the ground, the one cone I had brought from the warm world, the cozy world of nothingness but comfort.

You couldn’t grasp why someone didn’t like the cold adventures, the hardships, the lesson learned each day, what was the big deal after all then, there were hoodies to wear, wear each and every day while eating creamy ice cream cones filled to the brink and then some. Yes fat emotions in a cold world and you made me fall in love with it, the twisted cold world, why didn't I end up here sooner, tell me why didn’t I leave the warm cozy teddy bear alone much sooner. I knew you existed in the cold places. Those of ice cubs in the winter and you pull one up for me to see with your bare hands. I blew them warm with my heartfelt soy emotions and you hated it.

So was the opposite attracts, a world with another world and we spend days in the