A Quiet Midwinter’s Eve


Crow and her cousins, and even a number of the smaller birds, had all helped Old Possum carry the tree into his living room, where it now sat, with its rootball in a giant planter, in front of the window and well away from the fireplace. Once the birds had left, Possum settled in by the fire — with several bowls of popcorn and berries, a needle, and five spools of thread — and let out a contented sigh.

Truth be told, Possum was a solitary sort at heart, and as much as he loved hosting not one but two Yuletide parties each year, he also cherished the anticipatory hush of Midwinter’s Eve.

(December 2022)


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