Thick fur blanket cradled her body
in the long wooden sled
as they silently sped along
in the deep snow.
Micah stood behind her on the edge of the runners
while he guided the half-dozen dogs in front
white flakes filled the air with the wind whistling in her ears
rugged mountains loomed on the sides
blocking her view of the sky.
“We’ll be in Nordpolen soon.” Micah said “Just keep looking ahead and you’ll see it.”
It felt like they were gliding through a dark tunnel
but as she peered ahead, speckles of light slowly appeared
and suddenly they broke out in to an expansive opening;
there lied a village nestled on the banks of the immense mountains
which ran along the shores of a mirrored lake,
the lights from the buildings shimmered on its surface;
the sight made her gasp out loud.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Micah said.
“Oh, yes!” She replied.
“You’ll be staying at Saint Nick’s tonight.”
Instead of remaining on the main route, they veered off on a smaller trail
which took them through a dense forest;
for several moments, fear shook her body
as she watched moving shadows among the trees.
“You have nothing to fear.” He said. “I won’t let anything harm you.”
She took deep breaths until her muscles relaxed, and heart slowed.
“Look, we’re here.” He said.
She glanced out and saw the wondrous sight;
stone walls cloaked by fresh snow, all lit up in white lights
revealed the way to a large rustic lodge
its front nothing but glass
in the center, an enormous decorated Christmas tree.
“Welcome to the Christmas Lodge.” Micah smiled.
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