I heard a hoof Upon the roof Beside the chimney stack; It was his sleigh His magical dray, With toys in array in the back. Midst falling soot I spied...
Driving over the moors at night could often be a challenge. Rain, hail, sleet, snow, ice, wind, a Combination of any and all; each could present a problem… but not tonight.
No matter how hard I tried, I COULDN’T SCREAM! The witch had grasped me from behind, one hand on my stomach, the other hand not around my throat but on my shoulder; it was sheer indescribable terror that had paralysed my vocal chords and robbed me of my voice. And how I needed that voice!
