Tales Of Corwin

That was Thursday, the day of the Yule Circle. On Friday, the cold was intense, but the Figgy Pudding Singers ventured out again. Otter brought his silver flute, and Mark no longer wondered at Otter’s ability to play in the cold. As always, wherever they sang, they left Christmas/Yule cards offering emergency contact numbers for cold-weather assistance. By this time, Mark’s work for the church had intensified to a point just short of panic—because, of course, Sunday was Christmas Eve. There were two services to prepare for that day: the regular Sunday morning service and the Christmas Eve service. And that Christmas Eve service, in particular, demanded a lot of extra preparation. There was special music to be rehearsed, and there were special readings to be organized; and somehow, it always seemed to require endless phone-calling and emailing and texting, as Mark tried to coordinate all the participants. This year, it was worse than usual. What with the weather, and the sore throat that was going around, it