A Story for Winter

Somehow the end of the year is almost upon us. There are days I wonder where the time has gone and others when I can't wait to see the back of this year! I'm sure most of your can relate. The days are shorter (in the Northern Hemisphere) and despite every natural thing saying its time to hibernate, we're more busy than ever getting ready for the holidays. For some of us that means traveling to family for the first time in over a year. I'd be lying if I said I was looking forward to the traffic and rest stops with too few restrooms and long lines at the food court and yet I'm glad I have the option to do so. It also feels like the best time of the year to sit around in the dark and tell ghost stories. Here's one:

A Winter Story

Once there was a woman who lived in a large, drafty house surrounded by things instead of people. There were things that walked and things that talked. She had things that sang and things that danced. There were even things that existed only to be admired. She rescued these things from the oblivion of the unwanted.

          When the days grew shorter, and the night grew colder, the woman found a light in the shape of a star. She lovingly restored it to its former glory and on the shortest day of the year, she turned it on.

 Bright light…

Part II in two weeks!