A thick layer of crisp white snow covers all the terraced houses. In the centre of
the street, surrounded by the shrouded houses, three figures skip round in a circle
under the violet sky. Linking hands the snowman, the girl in pink and the boy in blue/
green, spin round laughing under the yellow light of the lamppost. What would the
occupants of the houses say if they saw what was going on in the street? They would
not believe their eyes and there would be no other night like this.