But it didn’t make any sense, and I couldn’t see what was making it. I had thought I was alone on that wintry mountain. Apparently I was wrong. The sunset was just beginning to paint the snow gold, and coming up over a gilded rise, through a stand of swaying white pine, was this sound. So I wasn’t alone. Someone—or something—was approaching, fast. And, to my complete astonishment, that something was making the unmistakable sound of— But I’m getting ahead of myself. I want to tell what happened precisely and in the right order. That way you’ll have the best chance to make up your mind about it. Because, make no mistake, that’s what you’re being called on to do here: decide. Once you know what I now know, you’re going to have to figure out what to do about it. If you don’t feel up to that task, well, you might want to stop reading right now. But I wouldn’t. Knowledge is responsibility, all right, but in this case, if you let it, it can also be sheer delight. The events happened last year, in that magical, occasionally peaceful, usually mad-dash season between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
What do You think about The Christmas Chronicles (2010)?
