Semi-Daily Scribbles

The best vantage point in the house is right here under the tree. Angels and snowmen rub noses. Stars dance above my head. Blinking, twinkling ~ red-blue-green-gold ~ the colors cast circles on the floor. In the middle of all the excitement is where I like to be. Even with my eyes closed, the worlds tucked in among the branches spin without colliding. Stories go on without end. Years of wonder, years of joy are spent right here under the tree.