Every weather man I listened to, every website I “googled”, they all agreed…sleet or snow this week. What happened? The mercury is rising and no snow in sight. Will we have a White Christmas?
I’m sitting in the bookstore waiting for my Christmas card photos to print. Our book club is reading War Horse and the store is out. So I sit quietly…waiting…thinking…remembering…
Little children run through the store touching and picking up ornaments and items on display at the end of the aisles. I remember looking through my mother’s bedroom closet to see a hint of the Christmas morning to come. I wish I had not found the contents of that year’s Christmas stockings.
Sometimes I wish I still had my naive belief in magic. Thankfully, it shows itself in other small ways. I know it is hiding out there somewhere. I’m still looking.