Just hear those sleigh bells jingling….

Christmas is an old hardback book with a blue cover that opens up to become a star. It is a cheap plastic tablecloth under the real tree, and lights that sing and blink. It’s staying up late on Christmas eve so I don’t wake at 5am, too buzzed to sleep. It’s frosty the snowman every year of my childhood, making me cry. It has become … Continue reading Just hear those sleigh bells jingling….