Christmas in Rowlesburg
It's not a white Christmas. Not in Druid Cave, anyway. Getting snow that far underground would be problematic.
"Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green"
The decorations are meager, by pre-Combine standards. Sure, there's a big tree in the town square, and the public buildings are decked out in garlands and lights for the occasion, but the individual houses only have a few scrap-metal stars and trees, and garlands made of old cloth.
"Here we come a-wassailing, so fair to be seen"
The children who would be eagerly running to the living room to see what Santa brought them are still a good four and a half months away.
"Love and joy come to you, and to you your wassail too"
Still, there is some measure of Christmas cheer in Rowlesburg this morning. And that cheer has woken Alyx up. She rubs her eyes, props herself up on one elbow, and frowns in bemusement.
"And God bless you and send you a happy new year"
"... is that... is someone caroling?"
"And God send you a happy new year"
"Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green"
The decorations are meager, by pre-Combine standards. Sure, there's a big tree in the town square, and the public buildings are decked out in garlands and lights for the occasion, but the individual houses only have a few scrap-metal stars and trees, and garlands made of old cloth.
"Here we come a-wassailing, so fair to be seen"
The children who would be eagerly running to the living room to see what Santa brought them are still a good four and a half months away.
"Love and joy come to you, and to you your wassail too"
Still, there is some measure of Christmas cheer in Rowlesburg this morning. And that cheer has woken Alyx up. She rubs her eyes, props herself up on one elbow, and frowns in bemusement.
"And God bless you and send you a happy new year"
"... is that... is someone caroling?"
"And God send you a happy new year"