Prologue

‘Mommy, why isn’t it white outside?’, my little daughter asks a bit sad. ‘Why does it have to be white, princess?’, I ask her. I wonder why she asked that. ‘Well, it’s christmas in a few days and I saw some pictures at school. It’s supposed to be snowing with christmas..’, she replies with her eyes towards the table. ‘Here in Australia, we don’t have snow with christmas, sweetheart’, I try to explain her. ‘But I want a white christmas’, she says, with sadness filled in her eyes.