in the night, we wait in feverish anticipation for Santa Claus, eyes secretly half open. we leave him chocolate chip cookies. we have no idea what kind he prefers.
she asks, what if he's allergic to eggs? and when she gets no answer she can hear herself echo bottomlessly.
she can't catch snow in bed; the walls are flawless. but in the morning, she will have presents.
[thank you so much for being the avid ears, bright eyes, and loveliest people that I could have ever imagined. i love you all. xx happy christmas/holidays/winter/new year.]