The dark was not lifting even a little, and the little Drummer Bird wondered if the night would ever end. Onwards he flew, glancing up at the guiding star high in the night sky, the drum tapping against his feet sent waves of warmth, keeping the cold at bay.
On one occasion, he saw the flicker of light in the dark, peeking through the trees, like lit wick of caged lamp. So, he flew closer towards it, and there sitting by a waning campfire was a figure.
Somewhat of a giant, a soldier whose skin was white as snow and coat was red as blood.
"Hello, Mr. Bird, just for you I'll build this fire up again, you should last a little longer in this long night, even if I don't."
Another illustration for The little Drummer Bird by Snowyteller, one of the pictures that will be on the set of Christmas cards you can get for this Christmas by backing the campaign to make a picture book by Nov. 25!
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