December 24th, 2008

Vizard

True Stories, Prologue

Merry Christmas, she said at 3 o'clock in the morning.
     The livingroom looks beautiful tonight. The tree is trimmed and glorious and it looks, as all Christmas trees do, as if it were lit from within. The bookcases are trimmed, too, lights and garlands, the whole nine yards; there's a nutcracker Prince on the mantlepiece, some cards, the last of some hot cocoa on the stove. My family is with me, and when we sat down to watch The Snowman and It's a Wonderful Life each of the three cats came and chose one of us on which to sit.
     Its lovely how everything glows, isn't it?