Christmas Eve in the ForestStars peeking from behind the trees twinkle as if presenting a light show,
while an owl's faint hoot can be heard from afar.
The shining beacon that is the full moon causes the snow to glisten and sparkle a
as well as produce voluminous, elongated shadows of leafless trees,
revealing their skeletal branches.
The snow-covered pines are no longer pines tonight.
Tonight, their pinecones are their ornaments and their shimmering icicles are their
Tonight, they are Christmas trees. Christmas trees of the rabbits, the squirrels, the chipmunks;
Christmas trees of the raccoons, the coyotes, the foxes;
Christmas trees of the birds, the deer, the opossums.
Yes, tonight, they are Christmas trees because tonight is Christmas Eve.
When Bass is Gone (Read Description First Please!)Bass ran to the barn with all his might while the moonlight reflected off the damp earth beneath him, giving him just enough light to find his way. He caught the Roman nose, tied him to the rail while he found the saddle in the dark, and was struggling to find the saddle blanket when Mammy came over holding a lantern, with a sleeping bag in a roll and the little shooter and the mister's own saddle bags. "There's a knife in the roll, and a shirt," she said cautiously, careful that someone might hear, though no one was near.
Flowers appeared in the light of the lantern and handed Bass a beautiful braided horsehair lariat. He touched his hand to Bass's shoulder and said, "You be careful of people you see, and stay off of ridgelines, and don't get the morning light in back of you, and if they set dogs on you, you got to stop and shoot them." Then he turned and walked away.
"He talked," Bass said to Mammy, clearly stunnned.
"I Guess he finally had something to say. Now, ride. Follow the Dri