Nollaig Chridheil

Presents are wrapped, bows of silver and gold sparkle 'neath the tree. A treasury of kind hearts and expectations. Snowy songs, fairy lights sparkle like marron glace and sleepless eyes watch the skies.
My heart turns to the woods, this year black and wet. Beasts huddling under pine, breath flowing upwards like chimney smoke. At midnight they will be granted the power of speech; what will they say to one another? Merry Christmas?

Nollaig Chridheil, may your dreams be bright x