Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies

It feels like spring both inside and outside the house. Outside, it is warmish, especially for mid-November, end damp. Inside, we're the faeries of spring. We dressed up in our costume finery--wings, dresses, headdresses--and danced around to Tchaikovsky (the "Chinese Dance," though), while spreading springtime. Sis was in charge of plants. Bud was in charge of spring in general. And I was in charge of baby animals. Most importantly, we had to shake this green glitter ball, for if the glitter is not suspended in the liquid, winter will fall on us unprepared. So we shook the ball, prepared the land for winter, and gathered food inside our own little faerie houses. Winter did fall, only once, when we literally dropped the ball and forgot it, but it was cozy in our hut with ice cream and soup. The plants and animals fared just fine and we woke them up minutes later. Spring again.