Arthor: Teresa Hill
On the first day of Christmas, eleven-year-old Emma sat in the backseat of the social worker’s car, her little brother Zach on one side of her, baby Grace sleeping in a car seat on the other side.
The light was fading fast, streetlights coming on, and the entire neighborhood glowed with the light of thousands of tiny Christmas bulbs strung on just about everything she could see. Snow was falling, big, fat flakes, and everything was so pretty.
For a moment, Emma thought she might have stepped inside the pages of one of the Christmas books she read to Zach or that maybe she’d shrunk until she was an inch high and was living inside one of her most prized possessions—a snow globe.