Winter’s Eve
12.02.10
It is Winter’s Eve and I lie in bed, the blanket drawn up to my ears, with the wind starting to howl outside as the last bit of daylight creeps into the hut. My mother strokes my hair and tells me the same tale as she does every year on this night.
“Close your eyes, my child, and let Sleep take you from here. Let him take you with him to safety before it gets dark. For tonight the Ice Maiden is free to prowl, as she was a year ago to the day, as she has done every year before that since the eve of the very first Winter.”
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