And then, he looked out the window at the snow, the way it leveled the playing field between the mansion across the street and the tenement down the road. He looked at Julian, a stranger who had braved a storm to deliver a piece of history, and Maya, who had made tea without being asked.
"It’s a placeholder," he grumbled to his niece, Maya, on a particularly blustery December afternoon. They were sitting in his study, surrounded by towers of books. "It’s the 'Insert Adjective Here' of the English language. What season? The season of consumer debt? The season of dry turkey?" what is season's greetings
Elias stood up. He walked to his writing desk and picked up a pen. He wrote three words on a fresh card. He handed it to Julian. And then, he looked out the window at