Dreamland

Being a child she used to live high above, right under the roof. She came up to the window in summer and looking out imagined being Mary Poppins flying down using umbrella. She once was very close to try it but her parents caught her. In wintertime she saw the snow falling from the sky and dreamed that it would make a huge snow mountain that would reach her balcony and she would slide down to go for a walk.
Now she was older and as the snowflakes were dancing in the air she watched them with interest.
- I wish I moved my left hand - she thought - and they would go left, right hand - to the right.
Suddenly a whirlwind of snowflakes caught her attention. She found herself riding a troika of snow white horses. Her sleigh was also white, made of many snowflakes put together, she felt curiosity, joy. She was riding along Arbat in unknown direction. Millions of voices whispered : “Your Majesty!”.
- Ha! isn’t it wonderful!- she thought.
Then her sleigh stopped somewhere near strariy Arbat. She saw some guy in a red hat with a huge sack.
- Great, here you are! I completely forgot where I’ve parked my horses. What a luck. A snow girl and my sleigh with horses at once.
- I am not a snow girl!
- You are! Look at yourself!
Now she noticed that she was dressed in sparkling blue and white clothes
- Time to go, Miss Snow Girl, your Snow Majesty!
- Where?
- To give presents.
- Check google map. Lot’s of traffic jams!
- Good you’ve mentioned it.
And Santa slowly started smoking a pipe. Horses senses the smell and became cheerful.
- Wait a bit. Soon we’ll fly high in the sky. No traffic jams there.
- What do you smoke, hope nothing illegal? Are you Santa?- she asked.
- Santa, Santa! Don’t you see my red coat and red hat with white.- he said opening Facebook on his mobile phone.
- Why horses then, not reindeer?
- Import substitution, Russia’s policy nowadays. We have to obey.
- Why Santa?
- Don’t you see Russia is getting europeanized. Fir trees, have you noticed that fir trees are decorated here in the beginning of December now, like in Europe? To attract foreign investors. So here I am. (Looking on the screen of his mobile phone) Hm. It was not a good idea to register on fb. So many people have sent me a friend request.
- Give them your credit card number and they will buy what they want for New Year and you will have a rest!
- The best presents are not bought in the supermarket. Santa is not a fast delivery service before New Year. I am a Miracle maker. I hear people’s wishes and make them come true.
- How is that?
- Come up to me and listen!
Suddenly everything in the street became motionless: trees, houses, people, snow - everything stood still and silent.
Santa started singing and the more he sang the more clearly she saw a magic wand appearing in the air. He waved the magic wand and she heard million of voices. Each voice told his own story and there was joy and pain in it. If they were put all together one by one they would make a melody, a very beautiful New Year melody.
- Look at the windows. These voices come from inside. This melody is special. What you hear is unique. This is a melody of human hearts. If you hear them you are a chosen one. This is a great responsibility if somebody opens his heart for you. Treat it with care. The most precious thing in this world is a human heart that can feel.
Suddenly a blast of wind stopped the voices.
- You see, it is very fragile. It took me centuries to learn to hear it.
Meanwhile one horse from Russian troika standing on his two feet came up to the bar and looking at it’s window like in the mirror straightened his bow tie. A lady sitting inside noticed it and as their eyes met the horse looked away as if shy.
- What a cutie! - the lady whispered
Some guy waving his hat in his hand went along Arbat crying loudly:
“Happy new year to everybody! Happiness to you!”
- He looks happy - a Snow Girl noticed.
- He is, he planned to be happy today!
When a horse in a bow tie from Russian troika returned he saw other 2 horses sitting with that guy drinking vodka together.
- Cheers! What’s the toast?
- We drink to have something that we don’t have yet.
- You don’t have conscience! Santa will come back in a minute. He needs us!
- Ok. Just one more for the road!
- Come up to me, I want to look into your eyes!
- (taking out some old picture) Look at this. I am younger here and look better.
- Guys, people are waiting for us: kids, grown-ups. They need a holiday, a miracle. We can not allow the light of hope fade away. They should step in 2018 year having love, faith, dreams, hope.

Soon Santa appeared and Russian troika of snow white horses with him and Snow Girl flew high in the sky.
- Where are you going? - the guy asked.
There was no answer. He could see them for sometime in the air until they all turned into a small but very bright star. Soon other stars appeared, they were playing hide-and-seek with ice cream clouds. He only heard the wind whispering in his ears:
“Make a wish and it will come true, you should know what you want, what you truly want.”
Snowflakes flirted with the wind and as a gallant gentleman he danced them round the streets. The city had a white-brown-orange-yellow look and it was a child’s dream. Snow looked like a cotton candy, white buildings - as if they were made of marshmallow, brown patches - chocolate, orange and yellow - marmalade and biscuits.
- A dreamland! - the guy cried out - Happy new 2018 year to everybody! Happiness to you!