They know it is almost time.
They can feel it in the air.
They gaze up expectantly. Wide-eyed and curious.
Waiting for snowflakes and surprises and sugarplums.
Preparing themselves for spiced punches and brightly-wrapped packages.
Waiting by their trees, twinkling-lit, festive in their sweaters.
Ready to sing and laugh and drink and cheer.
Ready to ride out the year in a tumble of joy and merriment and peppermint-bright hope.
Ready for wonder again.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.