Saturday, December 10, 2011

::Jonathan Toomey::

We have collected a dozen Christmas books over the years. I keep them in a wooden trunk I reserve for Christmas things. Come late November, I pull them all out and put them under the coffee table in a wooden tray. Most of the books are whimsical and lovely, but this one is far more than that. Each time I pull a little person onto my lap to read to this particular book I try my very best to keep my voice even and my throat clear. But inevitably a lump forms and I waver. Just read it. You'll see what I mean.