At my house, there was a Christmas decoration hanging over the kitchen sink. I spent a lot of time at the kitchen sink looking out the window to the park. Our Christmas elf or pixie hugged his little knees. He was suspended on a string. He had long legs with bells for feet. I would hit one of his feet with my finger causing his leg to arc north toward the window. On the return journey, his leg would always arc back in such a way that the bells would collide and jingle. Somehow it was satisfying and reassuring that the bells collided every time.Friday, December 21, 2007
Christmas Pixie
At my house, there was a Christmas decoration hanging over the kitchen sink. I spent a lot of time at the kitchen sink looking out the window to the park. Our Christmas elf or pixie hugged his little knees. He was suspended on a string. He had long legs with bells for feet. I would hit one of his feet with my finger causing his leg to arc north toward the window. On the return journey, his leg would always arc back in such a way that the bells would collide and jingle. Somehow it was satisfying and reassuring that the bells collided every time.
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