In the first year, you received a sweater for
Christmas. A dark red, almost maroon, wool twined together to build a
thick, warm coat that surrounded you in the winter, preventing the winter
thief from stealing your comfort.
In the second year, there was the snowfall in a whole new place where as
you prepared to go to sleep, the sun would remain high in the sky,
shedding light upon your world for the whole evening. Only months later
would the sun set and then it would be dark, leaving only the dim light
of the stars to assist your work in the daytime.
In the third year, you moved somewhere else, yet again having to adapt to
the different patterns of the sun as it would rise and fall daily rather
than semi-annually as it had the year before. Twelve hours of light with
which to work and twelve hours of darkness with which to sleep. And the
weather, it was oh so warm, even during the winter, when no snow would
fall. And that warm red sweater from three years ago was not needed any
longer, for Christmas was never the same again.
