Winter Walk Snowflake Ornament Hunt: complete rules are at the bottom of the page
Enter the ghost of Christmas present.
An echo of what’s to come.
He witnessed a gathering of the season.
But meeting tiny Tim was tough.
Seeing him walk with just a crutch.
Come what may in times ahead.
His sound of silence was chilling.
His resting place was dark with sadness.
Bob Cratchet was in mourning.
Enter the Heavens tiny boy.