Haven’t heard from Griz for awhile. The thought was all it took. There he was on top the pillows on our bed, and I knew he was listening out for me.
“Well! Don’t you look spiffy? Who tied your bow for you?”
He looked straight ahead, scowling, as usual. His dour expression contrasted with the bright red ribbon cascading from his furry neck.
“I’m a bit surprised,” I pressed on, “knowing how skeptical you are about the whole Christmas thing.”
The little bear’s eyes sparked a warning. Then he let go. Read More»