Hollow cone placed high upon a tree, precarious to the deep emerald fern waits patiently through the silent night, for someone to approach - a child so young to push their fingers through the ajar door to indeed switch on the lights.
Face full of wonder & heart full of question, the child looks up at the tree. The fairy-lights burn stars that flash & flicker to spite the relevance of the striped candy-cane that hung on the branches in numbers.
At the very top sat Mr red fleece & rosy cheeks that happened to be the estranged decoration of dear St.Nick!
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100-word Mini Sagas
RandomEvery Chapter will be a different mini saga I create (fictional), it'll either be an opening or go straight into the action that will be 100 words long. It's going to be hard but Challenge accepted!! XD Please comment thoughts or suggestions on pl...
