Christmas is done
I have never been so tired in my whole entire life. 1st retail season complete. Whew. Yes, it was tiring, but I really, really hope that lots of kids are blown away Christmas morning with their books. That matters to me. A lot.
I have never been so tired in my whole entire life. 1st retail season complete. Whew. Yes, it was tiring, but I really, really hope that lots of kids are blown away Christmas morning with their books. That matters to me. A lot.
December 25th, 2007 at 4:51 am
Christmas morning. The tree is tall as a ship and filled with stars that mirror the twinkle in the eyes of the child, who has barely slept — for it took forever for this day to arrive. Packages are torn open, ribbons undone, bows like spindrift leaves settle to the carpet. A quick look to the window. Yes! It is snowing still (a thought of a day of play and the sliding, falling, icy shapes of themselves out there building laughing running till exhausted and then cocoa and the warmth of the soft tree lights again). Another gift. Ah, a book. Oh! For a moment there is a hush so deep that you hear a twig walking home by way of the windowpane. “Me? A book about me?” The pages turn slowly: “I wonder what I do ThenBecauseIf…!”
May the story always be so, for as long as forever is.
Well done, Margo. Merry Christmas to us all.
~michael