Whenever the cold winter starts, wherever I happen to feel the chill of the winter nights, I always think back of the frigid nights I spent in my home playing with my brother Morris the old game called Tzintar, a simple game using a plain piece of paper. Through the long fall, and winter nights, while others slept around the dying flame of the wood burning in the stove, we continued stoking the fire with wood stumps to keep it burning and giving us warmth and the magical light for our game of Tzintar.