“Do you think it is going to snow?”
” No, I don’t think so. We always hoped for snow in December but snow never came. Year after year December would be rainy and grey . We never saw a White Christmas. ”
” I still wish it would snow. I will pray for a miracle!” Pomi said.
” Ok, you do that. But it is time to sleep now. It was a long day. Good night young man.” I said to my little crocheted friend and turned off the light.
When I pulled up the shutters the next morning it was raining. Well not exactly. There were raindrops but amidst them there was the occasional snowflake slowly tumbling down from the sky and melting as soon as it met the ground.
Little Pomi opened his eyes, looked up and gave an excited shriek. He crawled towards the window his little mouth wide open with amazement.
” Snow! I got my wish! Snow, look! I want to go outside!”
” Sorry, no ‘but’. You will stay inside.”
” Sleet.” Pomi said with disgust. ” I can see the snowflakes .” He looked at me and then looked away. He was angry.
“Good. I will not talk to you now.” He said.
And really Pomi did not talk to me for a couple of hours, instead he started to explore the new surroundings.
From time to time he went to the window to look outside and I heard him talking to himself:
“Sleet. What is that anyway?”
Then suddenly he climbed on the sofa. Sitting down leaning against a very British pillow, perfect with the Royal crown and the British union flag, Pomi said with a grin.
” You may speak now.”