I hate missing a day! But I could not get Blogger to cooperate yesterday before Christmasness took me away from the computer. Alack.
I seem to have a storybook happening. I'm getting all these scenes, but not in order.
The Unicorn is a real ornament on my tree, by the way. But it has never said anything in my hearing, even after a whooooole lot of eggnog.
"Of course I cannot be real all the time," said the Unicorn "but this is a Christmas tree, and things are different here."
The rocking horse was a rocking horse anywhere, even if it was more of a Pony, and thought it must be very fine to be real only sometimes.