January Brings the Snow -- Susan Price
If that's the view from the front door, I'm staying in. That Storm Goretti was some storm. And that's the view from the back door. It weighed down and broke my rose arch. Still.... The Ghost Drum My story is set (says the cat) in a far-away Czardom, where the winter is a cold half-year of darkness. In that country the snow falls deep and lies long, lies and freezes until bears can walk on its thick crust of ice. The ice glitters on the snow like white stars in a white sky! In the north of that country all the winter is one long night, and all that long night long, the sky-stars glisten in their darkness, and the snow-stars glitter in their whiteness, and between the two there hangs a shivering curtain of cold twilight. In winters there, the cold is so fierce the frost can be heard crackling and snapping as it travels through the air. The snow is so deep that...