Christmas hath made an End by Lanier Ivester

I love good literature. Lanier writes good literature. Her stories, true stories, are so vivid and beautiful that you feel them. Read the post. Here's a tantalizing morsel:

So we invited our friends to a Twelfth Night Revel. It’s something we’ve wanted to do for ages, but with it falling on Friday this year—coupled with the desperate need I had for festivity—it seemed the very moment in time for such a frolic...
And all through the preparations the day of the party I listened to the thunder rumble and watched the rain falling outside—a veritable monsoon...
A glint of gold appeared in the west, piercing the leaden mantle with arrows of light.

To God be all glory.

PS: This is a two-part story. I'll post a link to the second installment when it arrives!