Winter Wonderland

I imagine Romeo and Juliet set in a winter wonderland, the star-crossed lovers building a snowman in the meadow and pretending it’s the friar.

I wonder if cooler heads would prevail in a cooler world, then I slap myself across the cheek as penance for the cliché, for the pun.

It’s not a story without a but or a yet, I remind myself. The snowman might’ve married them when he came to town, and they might’ve conspired as they dreamt by a fire, but no. The other kiddies will always knock down poor Frosty before he can take poor R and J to church. They have to. They are meant to. It’s their destiny.

Or something.

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