Snow Maiden on My Balcony

You’ve probably read stories where, right before New Year’s, a girl from an event-planning agency frantically searches for a volunteer to play Santa Claus. She always finds one, holds an event with him, and they inevitably fall in love. But as someone with five years of experience as an ad specialist, I’m here to say it’s not like that. You go through your New Year’s Eve life organizing holidays for kids, coming up with scripts, and basically you don’t bother anyone. And then, on your balcony, appears a Snow Maiden. Isn’t that a miracle? It could have been one—if the Snow Maiden weren’t over two meters tall with hairy legs and a rough, booming bass voice.