Tag: Yule

by C.C. Williford Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glenNot a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.A mantle of snow shone brightly that nightAs it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight. The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.The elves and the…