Always Winter, Never Christmas
Please accept my submission for Friday Fictioneers.
Read about Leekah helping the old woman.
Icy air would freeze those stupid elves in mid-song.
She gazed at Santa’s garden. His grapes had succumbed. Summer’s gentle breezes, warm sun, and endless frolics were frozen forever. Everything she loved had ended.
Elf Gloria nudged her. “It won’t last. What if we only had winter?”
“We have hope,” Gloria said. “Promises of new beginnings.”
“Christmas?” Leekah said. She smiled. “I should visit the Old Woman.” She nudged Gloria back. “We could hang her ornaments.