Tonight, as I was carefully arranging and stacking the gifts under our tree, I noticed a gift labeled "MOM". (My oldest daughter has just learned to write my name and it still thrills me to bits.) The package was flat and square and rather... calendar looking. It has a large, smooshed red bow on it that, I think, was from last year's wreath. But my name scrawled on the front, and the lovely bow weren't the best parts of this gift. No. Upon it, trailing a gleaming ribbon of fairy dust, was the magical Christmas slug.
Oh, you've never heard of the Christmas slug? Well. How do you think Santa knows when the kids have gone to bed? Hm?
I feel a children's story coming on... with pictures...
Happy Christmas Eve!!!!