The Winter Nativity

In the oldest Christmas story, a child is born into a cold world—small, fragile, and carrying a light that would change everything. This is my fantasy retelling of that miracle: not in a stable, but in a blizzard; not with shepherds and kings, but with a mother’s steady breath, a crown of ice, and a protector no one expected.

I’m Samantha, holding the child close as snow falls like blessings, while a great frost-dragon watches from behind—ancient, loyal, and terrifying to anything that would dare come near. In this version of the nativity, the miracle is the same: hope arrives quietly… and the world itself stands guard.