The Trees and The Grass - The True Story of Christmas
It was dark. It was cold. The People Of The Trees were sitting on the ground around the fire. They huddled closely together, roasting their fronts while their arses were freezing. Beyond the edge of the light cast outwards by the fire the darkness was impenetrable, and in the distance unidentified things screamed in the night as they either killed or died. A hushed murmur flowed to and fro around the fire as the people exchanged small talk. One fella in a seemingly central position cleared his throat emphatically. There was a pair of deer antlers tied to his head with bits of string. It sat slightly askewif. ‘Heeuurrraaagh heeeuuurrrggh.’ He turned his head away from the fire and surreptitiously spat out a blob of green phlegm. It hit the trunk of a tree and stuck to it, very slowly sliding towards the ground. The murmur died down as the people turned their eyes towards him. ‘All right, boys and girls, we all k...