under the arch way and dreaming

by Amy Turn Sharp



We have already starting to adorn doorways and find tiny excuses for making gingerbread men and stars and little father Christmas men...December is still too far away for us. We are not content to think about turkey. This year he will crane his neck upwards and wish for the tent light of stars to open and show him the sleigh. This year he is three and he believes. This year so rocks.