He smelled of evergreen, and soot, and woodsmoke, and somehow, incredibly, of snow.
It was the night before Christmas, and all through the-- Okay, you get it. It was Christmas Eve, and you probably think you know how this story goes. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. The children were dreaming about sugar plums (whatever those are). And before the night was over, Santa would come. Well, every part of that was true (well, except maybe for the sugar plums)....Read On