Twenty Second Missive

[uxoriousemperor]

Christmas Eve, and the City has a lovely coating of snow. If it is trying to make some us feel more at home, it is doing a somewhat decent job. Nothing compares to Vienna at this time of year, but the snow is a comforting, familiar sight.

Elisabeth, may I escort you to the midnight Mass this evening? I would like to spend Christmas with you, if you would allow it.