It's Christmas here in Pittsburgh, and the snow kept pelting down and the wind kept howling through the night to give us a lovely white Christmas. I couldn't be happier. The wind got me thinking about a Christmas morning when I was little.
The work of Award-Winning Dark Fantasy Author A.M. Rycroft
It's Christmas here in Pittsburgh, and the snow kept pelting down and the wind kept howling through the night to give us a lovely white Christmas. I couldn't be happier. The wind got me thinking about a Christmas morning when I was little.
