The Hags Were Out

It's December 21. My sisters and I met again tonight. We get together once a year on Winter Solstice to sing to the sun and ask it to come back. We like the moon and all, but we also like how the sun makes us warm and helps us see.

Oh it was grand tonight. The moon shining on me. The sun itching to come back. So many people came to admire me and hear me sing.

Me and two of my sisters.


Me and a few more of my sisters singing our hearts out. That one with the red nose did try to push me off the stage. But I hit her on the head with my broom. Shove me, will she?


Me and my sisters serenading the sun together. They can't sing without me.