October 11th, 2007 - 1:48 pm
» ‘the prettiest sight to see’
It feels like Christmas.
It feels better than Christmas. It feels like Christmas when you’re a kid and you wake before dawn and lie in bed dreaming about your stocking bursting at the seams and that big sparkling tree riding on an absolute wave of brightly-wrapped boxes, and you peek over the edge of your top bunk bed to your sister as wide awake below, and you share a whispery giggly what-feels-like-forever debating if it’s still too early, is it time yet, how about now, and you’re finally scampering out to the living room and it is a wave of gifts, a wave of things and warm breakfast smell and a happy glowing family and new snowfall outside the window. And this Christmas, if this were Christmas? There’d be a pony under the tree.
A horse, actually. My horse, coming in just over two hours.