“New Year. New Life.”
How many people are saying this mantra right now, hoping that magic will work? Huge numbers of wishes are made on Christmas night, but only a few truly believe they will come true.
They say you should be careful with your wishes. Otherwise they can fall on you like snow from the sky—and boldly show up on your doorstep in the form of an annoying little pest.
You think she is the most unbearable girl in the world, not knowing that a special little Snowflake has burst into your life—one of 350 million others. Unique. The only one. The very one.
And then she melted.
Up until next Christmas.
And all we have are twenty-four hours of madness—those from which we still haven’t found a cure.
But what do you do when these twenty-four hours are worth a whole year?