Snow lay heavy on the ground around their shop, but the cold hardly touched them inside despite the cracked door. Ingrid sat in front of the hearth and warmed her hands while she stirred a bubbling concoction in the pot. As she worked, she hummed.  It was the first night of Yule. A fire was ...

Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering   little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair   Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night   with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent   of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup   passes with ...