[It was the month of December,It was Christmas week, it was late afternoon, there was snow outside the big black hat house, the cold white snow was everywhere, it was beautiful.]

You were sitting next to one of the windows in the living room, watching the sunset and the snowflakes falling on the white snow outside.

“Why do you look at this pile of snow as if you were looking at museum art?" A familiar voice spoke, Black hat, as always with his bad mood, looks like he had just left the office.