.Let it Snow.

Merry Christmas Dizi

(For the bookmark and the postcard and well, everything)

“I wish that Christmas was in summer time.”

Luna suggests with her feet curled up in front of her, her head resting thoughtfully on one knee.

Her father sits before her weaving fine pieces of metal together with his wand, his cloak today is a patchwork of green, gold and red, ‘to get in the festive mood’.

“Why is that my Luna?”

She nibbles on the side of her lip thoughtfully, her eyes flickering to the brooding sky, its dense clouds thick with the promise of snow.

“Because then we could go and hunt Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, like we do during the summer.”

“Ho ho!” Xenophilius chuffs, “Your mind is so consumed with what could be that you are not thinking of the present. Do you really think that I would let us just sit inside on Christmas?”

Luna lifts her head from her knees revealing a pair of brightly painted snowmen earrings, a small frown briefly filtering across her open face.

“But it looks like it’s going to snow, and the little river is all frozen over, and …”

(Mama is dead too)

Her father points empathetically at the bundle of woven metal in front of him; it now resembles a kind of wired sieve, used for straining hot noodles or potatoes.

“and what creature can only be seen when it snows, and is most commonly found on Christmas?”

He questions, allowing the metal cage to levitate in the air towards his daughter, she catches it, her mouth slightly ajar.

“A … A Blibbering Humdinger?”

Her father allows a tiny nod of his head, which is all Luna needs before she is in his arms, her head buried into his neck, he smells like rusty nails and sea salt, like dreams and beliefs.

“‘Oh thank you, thank you daddy! Wow, a Blibbering Humdinger would be the best Christmas present ever.”

Xenophilius smiles, brushing back his daughter’s hair fondly from her face and placing a kiss on her forehead.

“We must be patient now and wait for the snow.”

She leaps from his embrace, throws open the nearest window and calls into the wind.

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”