December 12th- Good Morning, Snow Shine by Dawnwind

The crime scene was nasty, the room thick with the fug of blood and gun powder. Walking outside, Starsky stared up in awe. Bright morning after darkness. Three days of freezing cold without precipitation, now there was snow. Such a rarity in Bay city, it fell, dusting grass and palm trees white. Beautiful, altering mundane into fairyland.

Hutch emerged shivering, his exhaustion evident, to lean against the Torino.

Scooping up a tiny handful of slush, Starsky lobbed it at his partner.

Hutch’s eyes went wide when it landed on his cheek. He laughed with delight. “It’s snowing!”

Made Starsky’s Christmas.