Dec 22, 2021
4 min read
The 13th Day of Christmas
That’s when the real magic happens
On December 25th, the first day of Christmas, I conjured up a pear tree full of ripe, luscious fruit. On the lowest branch sat a cooing partridge. I placed it in the middle of his front yard, wrapped a red bow around the trunk and knocked on his front door.
“Merry Christmas!”
