The Tree

Originally published 11-23-11


.

I

heard

the padding

footfalls of little

Anna Dare.

Whispering past her parents,

descending down the stair. Out

into the front room, wooden floors

glowing from the moon. A

teddy squished and choking, a wide-eyed

wondrous stare. The tree is overflowing.

Santa has been

there.