Well met, traveler. I hope this letter finds you well indeed. Well enough, at least, to welcome in this winter swell — a wealth of snow and wonder, and a trove of tales to tell. Gather round the fire, i’ll fetch some water from the well, and we’ll warm our bones and rest a while and weather out this cell.
Once upon a midnight star, there fell to Earth a slab. A slab of sparkling, spacious ore, it fell into a crag. A humble, lonesome miner saw the comet tail a-wag: and he followed it, he tracked it down, he watched it crash into the ground, he sought the crater it created deep inside the crag; and he mined and mined, he mined and mined, he swung his pickaxe double-time, he swung until his shoulders and the moon began to sag — and the space-rock broke and crumbled, and out tumbled out a Bag.
