It’s Xmas Eve and it’s biting cold. The chilling wind from North is howling and blowing hard making the wooden windows of the cottage’s top floor open and close
Poem on Christmas: As the coming night is Christmas Night. A Christmas carol is about to go. Poem on new year: Another year is passing A NewYear is hatching
Gwendyn fired three arrows towards assaulting dwarfs. All three sang a wonderful whistling melody, quickly flying over heads of defenders
Short story of thief who loved what he was. On Christmas night he found a letter to Santa and ended up stealing pizza. A very touching story.