THE DAY THE SUN STOPPED SHINING BLOG TOUR 2011 Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. On this cold & stormy night, yuletide greetings I do not impart. Shan’t be the bells of Saint Nicholas you hear echoing in the dark corner of night, nor shall the sweet chorus of cherub-faced children serenade at your door. Tuck yourself into bed, friend, and be mindful to …