"A banker? I guess I can see how that could inspire change," Beverly mused. The same thing, day in and day out? She dreaded it. At least with her job, she was always working on different stories - and those stories tended to take her to interesting locales. Like this one.
It was cold, but not in a frigid way - more cozy, actually. That kind of way where snow looked like sugar sprinkled over cake or something. As the evening sky faded off, the pink and orange hues of the sunset were replaced with dark shades of blue, and the light of the street lamps spilled out onto the streets paved in stone. That's when those stalls best revealed their holiday wonders - that whole village thing.
"And you're obviously happy here, so the random driving must have worked out - maybe Fate made you stop here for a reason. Or you were running low on gas," she grinned up at Stan. "Alright, sure - let's go see that village in more detail."
As a general rule, she couldn't remember Christmases where she, as a kid, eagerly waited for the sunrise to kiss the windowpanes - it was just another day, nothing too special. It was nice to be in a town where generosity seemed to fold outwards, and the Christmas spirit was some kind of embodiment of altruistic love, whatever that meant.