15.January.26

Father deerest felt they should head towards the glen—where there remained berried bushes available for nibbles again.

Mother deerest felt they should head towards the glade—where fresh flakes would protect them as their tracks would, then, so silently fade.

Baby deerest, as mugwump of the frosted fam, believed choices had led to an unsweetened jam, so rather than giving either option its glam, lead ‘rents towards winter’s last Christmas wonder-WHAM! ; )