The Christmas period lends itself, not unsurprisingly, to the Fantasy genre. Although it took me a while to start to be pleased with my fantasy based Christmas stories I was really happy with this one. My take on the origins of the Christmas Tree...
He found her covered in snow. Her skin glistened in the moonlight as he gently lifted her free. She was cold to the touch, barely a breath in her body. He carried her back to his cabin, carefully fed her the last of his soup and wrapped her in his only animal skin blanket. When he woke in the morning she was gone but a magnificent pine had rooted where he had laid her down.
Until tomorrow!