December
It was very nearly Christmas and Lydia had decorated their tree with glowing red, white, and black stars and silver garlands and ornaments. Pleased with it herself, she called in her husband to get his opinion.
He concentrated, however, on the presents under the tree. "Ooh, that's a big one!" he exclaimed happily. "And that one looks interesting!" He reached for it, but had his hand gently slapped away.
"Beej, the tree! What do you think? Should we have some green lights, too, or would that be too much?"
Beetlejuice made a show of thinking about the lights while examining the gaily-wrapped packages closely. "Nah," he finally said. "The tree's fine, it's beautiful. Just like you," and he swept in with a quick kiss, then pulled her down to sit with him on the small sofa.
They sat quietly for a few minutes, admiring the tree (and the packages underneath it). Beetlejuice thought about the necklace he'd made for his wife to match her ruby ring. Lydia reviewed the monogrammed silk pajamas she'd made for her husband. Both considered their current situation with contented joy and gladness.
Then Lydia spoke again. "It never snows here, does it?"
"Hmm? Snow, dear heart?"
"I was just thinking about a white Christmas. Come to think of it, it doesn't seem to rain much here, either."
"Have to go up in the mountains for a white Christmas, although it does snow down here once in a while. Rain, now, we get some rain, just not usually in the winter." He turned his head to look at her. "Dearest babes, do you want snow? I can do that, easy."
"No, no. It was just a thought. I don't need snow."
He gave her an amused and affectionate glance and snapped his fingers. At once, delicate flakes of snow fell from the ceiling, and kept falling. As Lydia murmured in delight, they started to collect lightly on the branches of the tree, on the mantel of the artificial hearth Beetlejuice had installed for the holiday, and dissipated without trace on the rug. Icicles began to form between the stockings hung up on the mantel, and frost particles gathered on the presents under the tree.
"Anything for you," he reminded her.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she whispered. "Beej, how can I thank you?" She flirted her eyelashes at him.
"Ho, ho, ho," he said.