Well, today's theme is Snow and it's a little bit out of season, but eh. Who really minds?
Also, inadvertant prose poem.
The Feast of Stephen
The snow fell as we opened our presents, and our parents promised to take us and the old sled to the park to play the next day if it stuck.
We dragged the sled up the hill in the park together, and Mum and Dad watched Penny and I sled back down.
She headed for a big lump to smash through, but it was solid, and we took it with us until we ground to a halt.
Mum skidded down the hill as I dug through the snow until I found a dark face with staring eyes and purple lips.