The Blizzard.

The blizzard was in full force, myself and the other carol singers laboured on towards...who knew where!

The snow swirled in front and behind, blinding us all. God only knew where this storm had come from. We finally made it to a window of some sort. We all banged against it with our fists, calling for help as loud as our tired voices could muster. No one came to our aid.

The snow started to slow, then thin, then stopped altogether. It was at this point the giant hand picked our world up and shook the blizzard back to life.