A Seasonal Fable (part 1)

It is time to make merry. Best not to tarry! <i>Roh-de-lay-ho-ho-ho!</i> When the crisped air makes ghosts of your breath and the trees all dream in death, look for the signs of the Wanderer. When the stars burn brighter, when bleeding colors paint the sky in awe, when the Gleamite stars fall, look for Winter’s Father. When the Frigid Folk chuckle and the Ice Trolls cackle, huddle closer to the flames and the crackle, and look for the Frost Lord. O, darling. O, deario. It is time to make merry. Best not to tarry! <i>Roh-de-lay-ho-ho-ho!</i>