In our innocence of youth Father Winter has been one of the most Majickal figures in our lives and still today I look forward to the red, green and gold packages under my Yule tree. I know the majick did not die when some naughty child said to me, there is no such person as Father Winter, it’s just your mom and dad pretending. Well I never believed that nasty little boy and sure as snow every year there is a present under my tree from Father Winter. He has always been there! He and the Green Man run the show and the Snow Queen spreads her white joy.
Blessings,
Reverend Laurie Cabot HPs
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