Silvercat - - 9/1/2014 4:10 PM ET
This is wonderful writing, Paul, and a piece with which most of us can quickly identify.
She stands against the railing, hair in fabulous disarray. Excitement shines bright as midday in eyes of cerulean blue. Thinking jumbled thoughts of flannel pajamas, Great Expectations, and Santa Claus; She glides down the stairs with the elegance of a Fairytale Princess. Lights of white, chill as snow, illuminate the room. This house shall forever echo those words.... "Has he come yet?" "Has he come yet?" "Has he come yet?" The St. Nicholas that lies dormant within me smiled, yet a distant ache still throbs with his heart, knowing this moment cannot last forever. I sigh a lonely "Not yet, Sweetheart." and slowly climb the stairs, holding a small hand, and wishing it could last forever. |
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