It was hardly possible. Surely I was dreaming. A moment ago, I was in a fierce snowstorm, and I saw.. No, I was imaging it. How could an old Man and Woman be standing there in the middle of all that torrent, snow flying every which way.. No, it was a mirage. That's it. That's the only explanation. But.. mirages are a trick of heat rising from the desert. And this is hardly a desert. What was that? Something on the wind.. brushed my ears.. "Welcome stranger, come inside.. rest, eat, you are most welcome.."
I took one step then another and soon I was standing in the midst of, well, a party. The snow swirled behind me and then closed off the gap I just passed through, like a curtain closing. Laughter and music filled the air. There, right there, can you see it? No? the Old Couple, smiling. I stumbled on towards two large Wooden Soldiers. Honestly, brightly colored, steadfast and true, Wooden Soldiers. Much taller than I. The cobble stone path, recently swept, led me to a smiling, much younger face. She beckoned me in, and I answered her request. As I approached the most wonderful aromas wafted past me. If this was dream, I never want to 'waken. Inside I was warmed by a cheery fire, and warm drink offered and accepted. My smiling host led me to a table, set with Stirling silver and porcelain dishes trimmed in gold. I sat and as if by magic, a sumptuous meal appeared. I stopped questioning my good fortune and ate and drank. My dinner mates looked on and drank to my health and wished me a prosperous New Year.. From the corner of my eye, I saw a man in a green cap, with a long white beard, he winked at me. I rubbed my eyes. He was gone when I opened them. I looked at my dinner companion and asked "Was that..?" But she smiled and put her finger to her lips. We continued on eating and talking. I cannot believe my good fortune, I think I would happily stay here.. Time will tell..