Virginia Scholl

A figure in the misty, snowy night

A figure in the misty, snowy night

‘Everybody rushed to the windows. They saw a tall figure in a long red robe, a little red hat on his head, carrying a lantern, and walking slowly by the side of the house.’

So the story starts in Englewood, N.J. in 1980, and it was at Christmas time.

My husband, Ken, and I came down from Putney. My sister Sally, and her husband, Billy, came down from Barre with their little boy, Ryan. My sister Barbara, who lived in Brattleboro, came down with her partner, David, and her two girls.

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