“Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead.” — from a French-Indian carol The snow fell, swirling in the brisk wind. The boy shivered and pulled his coat tighter. He coughed and wiped his nose on the back of his mittens, wishing thatContinue reading “‘Twas in the Moon of Wintertime”