"I've come at last, said [Father Christmas]. "She has kept me out for a long time, but I have got in at last. Aslan is on the move…"
--The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Winter is not forever; Christmas is tomorrow. Melting ice and dripping gutters, blue sky and muddy boots stand as a testament of mercy. After the freeze comes the thaw; after silence comes the Word; into the darkness, light.
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| Calvin shook melting ice off the tree branches and plants with his "quarter staff." |
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| We stopped to admire ice-encrusted cedar berries... |
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| …and the icicle-covered hillside... |
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| Packed for an adventure: thermoses of peppermint tea and volumes of poetry. |
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| What do these two have in common besides coats and handkerchiefs? |
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| Can you guess? Well, can you? |
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