It simply died down little by little until those brave enough dared to venture out. Those more fearful stayed until the strong howling ended and the snow diced into emptying drips. The homeless group decided to leave somewhere between the two. There didn’t appear to be much movement on the street, save people clearing snow from cars. Wasted effort since even if they did remove the popsicle coating, the roads had become filled above curb height. Futility could be seen in all their faces, yet still they tried. Walking on what would once have been mid-road, Alex kicked a fallen orb decoration out of the snow. “All those decorations gone to waste, at least they don’t have to worry about taking them down now.” “Who cares? Christmas is over. Decorations are dead, time to bring on the New Year booze,” Rum said. “And they’ll be drinking it right where we live,” Sierra said. “Every year they have that big ass New Year celebration in Middle Park.
