Mid-Winter Magic

by Jay of Lasgalen  

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Mid-winter was the best time of year, full of wonder and excitement.  The trees surrounding Lasgalen were leafless, frosted with white.  At twilight on mid-winter’s eve they were bare, still beautiful in their stark simplicity; but bare.   By dawn on mid-winter’s day the branches were festooned with ribbons, brightly wrapped sweetmeats and trinkets.  There were gifts for all.

None knew who put them there.  Elflings tried hard to stay awake, determined that this year they would watch, yet, inevitably, they slept.  When they awoke, the trees were dressed in their bright finery.

It was part of the magic of mid-winter.