"...Yule"

I folded space-time. One becomes as a feather on the breath of Angels. I appeared in the shadow of the elm that once stood by my home. December 23rd, 8:42pm 1957. 

It was snowing. Winters were colder then. A car with tail fins drove by. There was movement in the windows. Our Tree was going up. A woman on a ladder. My mother, an aunt? The front door opened. A child! I shimmered...gone.