The end of the world

We're gonna have a white Christmas this year, assuming we'll manage to survive that long... It all started last Friday. Like every week, my mom took me grocery shopping. It was pure chaos. There were hundreds of completely freaked out housewives fighting over last pieces of bread and potatoes. The lines were so long you didn't see the end of them and everybody's carts were so full, you would have thought the Germans were coming to town. And the reason? It was supposed to snow on Saturday. And it did. Everything collapsed. The roads were closed, people were snowed in and the radio urged us all to stay in or if we HAD TO go out, put the snow chains on and always carry warm clothing, enough food and a battery-operated light source. As a result, only the desperate or brave ones left the safety of their homes and left to the freezing -1 C and devastating 2 cm of snow. I was one of them.

The next week, the same thing happened, again. Snow. Everybody was completely freaked out. Twice in winter? Nobody got to work. There was no way you could buy winter-formula windshield fluid or a snow shovel, and the price of the salt skyrocketed to $15 a bag. But this time, it got worse. It was snowing for a whole day and there was a foot of snow covering the streets. Garbage trucks gave up, mailmen gave up. People panicked. They haven't seen this much snow since the 40s and they were not prepared for it. Some of them tried to leave their homes by simply getting to the car and hoping the snow would melt under their car's exhaust pipes, others tried use their blowers and rakes to fight the frozen unknown, and a few people, the innovators of the innovators embraced it and skied their way around a parking lot.

Today is December 23rd and the snow is still there. Every day I wake up and look out of the window only to find it laying on the street, on the roof, and on the overflowing garbage cans. It is still one more day till Christmas and I desperately hope I'll live long enough to see all the presents. I don't have any rolls left and my yogurt supply is running low, my dad cannot get to work, my mom couldn’t take me for a Christmas ride because the train has no winter tires, our dog has to pee standing up… it is the end of the world as I got to know it. Only the strong survive. Only the brave ones will live to see the light of spring. Please, Santa, make me one of them.