East Market, days before Christmas seemed like a perfect little street inside of a glass ball. Shaken, to make the snow fall and magic begin. The lights which sparkled like diamonds were twirled around trees lining the dim streets. Perfectly formed snowflakes fell lightly like powdered sugar on chocolate cake. All the hustle and bustle from shopping kept people warm from the sheer chill about the air. Cars that drove by had green, balsam scented trees strapped tightly to the frosted roofs. Smells of gingerbread and hot chocolate drifted through the street from a nearby cafe. Everyone was so delicately cheerful, the rough wind almost seemed to quietly whisper “Merry Christmas” for them when it blew.