I was selfish, lived for myself and believed that this was the way it should be. Until my life has changed in ways I could never have imagined. I would like to fix everything, but it’s too late for that. Now I spend Christmas alone - this has become my new tradition. And self-torture. Be that as it may, the program for my Christmas party involved only whining with self-pity, and in no way a snowstorm that would have to be endured in New Hampshire, where only a couple of local daredevils remained. And I’m not at all one of these daredevils... not in my fashionable boots and thin coat. Now nothing can be changed. But you can confidently sit down to write How to Survive a Blizzard in Style and Fashion. In fact, this survival guide consists of just one point: find a hot local guy and fall in love with his good looks and gruff manners. Maybe this Christmas Will I not be so lonely anymore?