Mary Brownstone stood next to the window of her office, overlooking the town square, while she imagined the layout of the upcoming Snowflake Festival. There was still much to do, and the clock was ticking, but so far she had not received any calls that her plans had gone amiss. She had assigned tasks to several volunteers, including the mayor himself, and everything was going smoothly so far. She had almost all the festivals down to a science, and each year she would add a few new things; mostly, the people of Holiday loved their traditions. They had to have their skating rink, cookie-baking contest, and various snow-themed games. She had been checking the weather, and there was no snow in the forecast, but she had her backup ready in case it was needed. She rented snow-making machines to
