Christmas Making
Christmas Making How blustery, this day of Christmas making! The wind sends shivers through the green limbs outside the windows, but the ivory glow from the first strings of lights serves to warm up the inside of the house. The sun shoots through the running wind and makes the patterns on the Christmas card blush.T hen, it speckles the sheets on the bed where I am writing. Before creating the card, I had made sure that our two Santa stand-ins were keeping their watch on a shelf by the door and in the middle of my desk. (It's too early to be caught in the act of merriment.) The one on my desk looks on as I dedicate a sentence to him, and seems satisfied with it. I had decided that the santa in the snow globe by the door should have a place of honor watching over us from the highest shelf. The globe does its best to sputter "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" when I wind it, but memories glitter inside the dome as flurries. I remember the excitement of shaking it for the fir...