Reblogged from Cathy Cade:

‘Two o’clock and all’s well.’ A shivering watchman rings his bell. The celebrants of midnight mass are home abed, where’ere they dwell. Alone, he huddles in a doorway, no brown terrier by his side. Tess took ill on Hallows Eve. On All Saints Day, the old dog died. Snow tumbles to the narrow street, slid from the roof across the way Where he’d just stood. Now on that roof there stands a large, red, reindeer sleigh.
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