A Seasonal Fable (part 6)

Sing a carol, now… No. There are no carols now. There is only silence and the wind and the groan of ice. Call it Lord Frost’s victory. Call it Winter Warrior triumphant. Call it Forever Winter. Everything rests in the belly of a blizzard, and the Winter Warrior holds illimitable dominion for all eternity. O, darling. O, deario! It was time to make merry. You wretches did tarry. It is far, far too late. <i>Roh-de-lay-ho-ho-ho!</i>