It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty founder was a child himself.
Charles Dickens, English novelist (1812-1870)
S-I-L has an amazing collection of nutcrackers that come out at Christmas and, whether it's their gold-braided finery, or their doll-like natures, or lingering memories of Tchaikovsky’s magical ballet of princes and princesses, I cannot help but smile when I turn a corner or climb the stairs and come face-to-face with one . . . or two . . . or ten. ;-) Thank goodness tender morsels of childhood wonder remain in our old hearts.
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