Bob. Twenty-six. No barrettes

Bob’s Christmas party of 5. (Image:©)

Funny the smallest angels hold the most power and unobstructed vision.

Simple.

Clear.

Light.

(Silence. Nod.)

Paper Christmas angel by three-year-old child. Notable with torso, complete facial features, right number of arms, legs, hands and feet. With angel shoes. “Toto  went over the rainbow – and you know dogs drop things. Don’t want to step in that.” And, of course, no barrettes. Explained, with exasperation, “Those are the angel’s wings. Anyone can see that.” Not knowing how to illustrate what is hidden from plain sight, she simply folded them over and placed them clearly – so you’d know for sure they were there and not forgotten. That happens, you know. Miracles fold themselves in for those who see. (Image:©)

Wish all jingles ring the perfect note.

Merry.

Bye,

Bob

And the Phil, the Philosopher Mouse and the rest of the merry mischief makers of the Hedge.

“Merry Christmas From Our Realm to yours.”

(RC Cat insisted things be properly said. She despairs dogs seem thrilled spreading Christmas mud mirth and questionable howlings duets of carols. Bob remains wooden to her concerns.)

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