It is a cold and dark December night, and piles of snow have formed against the windows and doors. Meggie likes when this happens because it means that she can stay inside and read. She prances into the library and stands on tiptoes to pull her favorite book off a tall shelf - Grimm's Fairy Tales. After taking a short detour to grab a pillow off her mother's rocking chair, she settles down in front of the fireplace. She remembers that this is her mother's favorite book as well, and calls out for her. As soon as she hears her mother sit in her chair, she clears her throat and begins to read.

As she waits for the weather in the kettle to boil, Meg watches the blizzard fling itself against the parts of the window it hasn't already covered with snow. After she pours her tea, she strolls onto the library and picks a volume at random off the top of one of the piles scattered across the floor. As she plops into her mother's rocking chair, she is suddenly struck by a memory of reading fairy tales by the fireplace on a very similar evening. She smiles, pulling a blanket around herself to ward off a sudden chill, and begins to read.

Drafts from the raging winter storm outside blow through the house, and although she knows it won't make her any warmer, Margaret wanders towards the library. On her way, she notices that the stove is still on in the kitchen. She puts it out and continues on her way. When she enters the library, she is greeted with the sight of her daughter reading in her favorite chair, her rocking chair. She limps slowly over and places a hand on Meg's shoulder, although it only makes her shiver and reach for a blanket. She sighs, feeling lonely but grateful to still be able to do what she loves the most - and looks over her daughter's shoulder and begins to read.