A/N: This was written for the castle100 challenge on Livejournal back in December. The prompt was "history." And yes, I did title this prior to all the "Christmas Carol" references in "Knockdown." Great minds, or something.
Snowflakes catch on her hair and regret does the same in her throat. Wind rushes around her, intent on its destination of a snow globe protected world; a place and a peace she doesn't know how to find.
Since her mother died, the burden of Christmases past have followed in multitude instead of angels, so it stops her cold as a December wind when she realizes she no longer walks this path alone. She has her own shepherds, bearing handcuffs and novels instead of frankincense and myrrh. The ghosts morph into tidings of comfort, joy and journeys yet to come.