Day: October 13, 2018

Winterfest Stories

“When you were little,” Dad tells us, about the time when I was a two-foot-tall gnome, “you demonstrated to us exactly why you thought Father Winter couldn’t be real. You never were really good at math, but I always thought this was some algebra-level proof.”

“So what you’re saying is, she was always a killjoy?”

“I stand by it! Father Winter is such a weird myth! The Selvadoradians have never even heard of it!”

“The Selvadoradians don’t have chimneys, Ban-Hannah.”

“They do! And unless he falls down from ours in the next twelve hours, I’ll keep agreeing with two-foot-tall, gnome me.”

Remnants

The gifts have been freed from their prisons of colorful paper, and the proof is right there on the wooden floor. Crushed boxes and ribbons abandoned on the ground, as a Winterfest morning should be. All that’s still intact is the gifts we mean for someone else.

Doesn’t mean Winterfest is at an end, though…