"Heya, everyone!! A woman with the classic shape of a wisewoman stepped through the door, shaking the snow from her long red cloak. Her glasses were sliding down her nose when one deft finger quickly shoved them back up as she looked around. Hanging her cloak on a hook by the dorr, she swirled around in a black circle skirt which reached her ankles where peaked out some sturdy and warm boots. Atop she wore a brilliant purple turtleneck with a vest over it, fashioned from some odd material which caught the eye, but one could never quite settle on what colours one was seeing.

Tossing back her long greying red braid, she smiled and headed over to the rocking chair by the fire. "A cup of tea, if you would please, Jendarlin'. I've a story to read about the tree and need to keep my throat open."

With that, she sat down, pulled a small book out of some unseen pocket in the volumnious skirt and thumbed through it until she found the page she was looking for..."Come sit down beside me and I will tell you about a Christmas tree, just like this one, ever so long ago...."