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Winter
A sparkling white blanket covered the acres of the Addams mansion. From the high towers, to the gargoyles on the balcony, and the dead flowers in the garden. It was quite a sight to see and in a way, it made the house that people passing would cringe at in fear a little less scary.
Winter was one of Gomez's favorite seasons. He enjoyed the biting cold winds and the soft flakes falling from the sky. The events of a snow day were the same. The children would run downstairs excited about the snow. On the radio it would be announced that their school was closed and they'd get even more excited. Within minutes after breakfast they'd be running downstairs in their coats and boots carrying their knives bombs ready to go outside and have fun.
Not long after the children would be outside he'd have on his thick coat and would be outside as well. Steam would be pouring from one of the balconies above and he'd look up to find mama mixing some kind of witches brew. Across the big yard Wednesday and Pugsley would be busy with their games trying to find squirrels or some other animal to hang from a noose or putting bombs in snowmen.
The next he knew something cold and wet would hit the back of his head and he'd find Uncle Fester behind him holding a snowball waiting for him to retaliate. He'd quickly grab a handful of snow himself and throw it back beginning a long snowball fight. The children would see them and think it was fun and quickly join it. Maybe they'd make teams and forts. Wednesday and Pugsley on one team, Uncle Fester and himself on the other. On more than one occasion the children would attack the adults soon forcing them to surrender.
Across the sparkling blanket of snow now interrupted by footprints and snow devils, he'd see his wife come out the backdoor in a long coat and high snow boots. With her dark hair cascading down her back and pale skin and red lips, she looked like a dark angel floating across the snow.
The snowball fight now long forgotten, he'd go over to her and kiss her. She'd push him back. "You're freezing," she'd say with that light laugh of hers. They'd sit together with their hands and lips on each other in some way the whole time and watch the children play. Eventually everyone would get too cold and go inside to find that Lurch had made them a hot meal. Afterwards maybe they'd go back outside and repeat the whole thing, or maybe it would be too late or the children would be too cold.
All of this was what made a snow day fun. And although he loved the snowball fights and playing with his children and the rest of his family, Gomez' favorite part of the day always came at the end.
After the children were in bed for the night, the fireplace would be lit and Lurch would be playing a soft ballad on the piano, or the radio would be playing soothing music. He'd be sitting on the living room couch in front of the fire next to his beautiful wife. They'd both have hot chocolate or tea. They'd stay that way for a long time, wrapped around each other, talking about the events of the day and showing their deep affection for each other in the coziness of their house.