I was trying for something holiday like, but feeling a little macabre today instead. 😉 Enjoy!
A storm raged overhead the day she gave birth. Their cave was warm, but the wind whistled and sent in little white devils to scout.
It was a bad omen, the tribe whispered. The big devil would possess the baby with its first cry. Best to kill the baby before it killed them.
The mother heard and prayed for a mute baby.
The chief, the father, heard too. He built a den among the white devils. If the big devil wanted the baby, it could have the baby.
The mother gave birth in the cold, but the baby never cried.