Yeah, I know, I normally decorate the weekend after Thanksgiving. It’s been one of those years.

My cards aren’t done yet either. That’s tomorrow, I think.

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Bang!

The slamming of the front door jolted Drew from sleep. He lay there a moment longer, dazed, wondering what he’d heard. Then heavy footsteps clomped across the front hall and up the stairs. Whoever it was, it wasn’t the dainty Snow Queen.

He slipped from the bed and padded in his bare feet across the room to the door. It was still early; the sun was barely above the horizon, and the long rays only reached half-way across the bedroom, so the area by the door was still in shadow. Drew flattened himself against the wall next to the door as the footsteps came closer to his room. It was very obvious that whoever was coming wasn’t concerned about being sneaky.

The door opened and the same man who had surprised him at the cabin stepped into the room, still dressed in furs. Drew frowned. What was he doing here? Why come back?

“Good, you’re up,” the man said, turning around and looking at him. “Get dressed.”

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Things are definitely changing!  What will Molly, Drew and Schrodinger have to do to convince Old Man Winter to change his mind?

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.

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