A Steampunk Christmas
by Rhianon Jameson
December 2008
1: Frosty, the Steam Man
The day broke clear and cold.
A fresh blanket of snow lay on the ground,
covering the soot-covered walkways and streets, and making everything look new again.
By the time...
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A Steampunk Christmas
by Rhianon Jameson
December 2008
1: Frosty, the Steam Man
The day broke clear and cold.
A fresh blanket of snow lay on the ground,
covering the soot-covered walkways and streets, and making everything look new again.
By the time Kathy found her way to my house to help me prepare for a Christmas Eve
dinner, the sun was well up in the sky.
She greeted me as I opened the door, “Hello, sister.
Did you know there was a
metal man in your front yard?”
I looked beyond Kathy and, indeed, a brass man stood in my yard.
The new
snowfall had accumulated around his feet, and some remained on his shoulders and head.
A small puff of steam would occasionally emanate from his head, which helped to melt
any local accumulation.
“Well, that’s something one doesn’t see every day,” I observed.
“What do you plan to do about it?”
“It’s not clear there is anything to do about it.
I suppose some scientist misplaced
his creation, and will eventually be by to collect it.
In the mean
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