It's hard to admit this, given how much I dislike snow, but I do like the idea of a White Christmas.
I know, I know. But Christmas feels like Christmas when there's snow. It's one of those associations I've never quite unhooked myself from, and the one year I had Christmas in Maui, when I was much younger, it didn't feel right.
Also, major sunburn.
But! All that said, the cold and snow should pretty much vanish by, say, Boxing Day. If I had my way. Which I don't. So, it's moot. Either way, snow and cold? Sure, they're Christmassy. But boy am I over Christmassy by the time January rolls around.
"The Ice Queen," by Quentin Harrington
It will come as no surprise to any of you that I adored this urban gay somewhat paranormal story. This is totally my genre, and to take the theme from a fairy tale-ish place and transpose it with a modern queer twist? Yes, please!
Mike has more than a wee crush on Brad, but Brad has been nabbed by the beautiful (if somewhat cool) Gunnar from step one. In fact, from almost before step one - things moved so fast for them it's a little creepy and maybe not quite natural. When Mike's friend compares it to the legend of the Snow Queen, Mike can't quite shake that image, and soon dreams are calling to him.
Dreams where Brad seems to be in real trouble.
The magic of this story is, of course, resolved in a lovely way that leaves the reader warmed (sorry, couldn't help it) and as a holiday retelling of a classic winter myth, it has a lovely nestled spot in Upon a Midnight Clear.