Cemetery Fairies: Fantasy

The cemetery fairies were lonely. Nobody buried the bodies in winter, and it made them restless. Not to mention the cold made their wings stiff and likely to tear if they tried to move too fast. The fairies made little snow fairies over the graves, they cleaned away lichen that was stiff and dried, and they recited the names and lives of the people buried beneath them. That only took a little of their time, however, so most of the time they spent huddled inside urns and pine trees and mausoleums, their wings wrapped round themselves to keep the cold from getting too intense. They weren't weak Southern fairies, to drop off into hibernation at the touch of a chill breeze, but--

Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/piedpiper1/3058008086/
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Not really a story here, but I like the idea of cemetery fairies. Must remember it when I write a fantasy world.