This is it…

…the kind of day, when it’s snowing movie snowflakes outside my office window, that I just want to curl up with Mickey and Donald and Goofy, and Huey and Dewey and Louie. Especially, H, D & L. They are boys. Totally.

A couple of years back, a friend gave us Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas. Hey! You’re never to old for animation. What I really loved about it was how rounded and curved everything was — just like kid toys.  Even the houses were marshmallow-plump and lovable.

Constant CommentIf I had a cold and was gathering dust languishing on the couch with a blankie and a cup of Constant Comment — my absolute tea of choice — I’d probably follow that with The Polar Express or The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Unfortunately, I’m not sick. It’s Monday. And, I’m not doing any of those things.

You see. There’s this guy. Isn’t there always? Anyway, there’s this guy. I met him a few years back when I was volunteering in the library at one of our public schools. He was a towheaded, kindergarten cutie in jeans and sneaks. When he looked at me with his big, brown eyes and serious expression and said, “Got any books about them diggers?” I was smitten. Totally.

I’ve thought about him a lot. I’ve imagined him all grown up. Still interested in them diggers. His imaginary grown-up self is about to become a major player in my story, because I really like them guys who are interested in them diggers.

Gotta run. Sven is frowning. Poor baby. He probably just needs a Christmas cookie.

Elen