I stroll through the little specialty store, which has transformed its entire stock to Christmas items.
I delight at the intricately decorated trees and shelves full of ornaments. Some are whimsical, some elegant. All are delightfully appealing to the eye.
The smells of Christmas are there too. Cinnamon and pine fill the air, stirring a fondness for the Christmas season deep inside me.
I circle the store twice, searching for the one item I need this year. But there is no sign of it. I spot a clerk.
“Do you have a Nativity set?” I ask.
“No,” she replies. “None.”
I delight at the intricately decorated trees and shelves full of ornaments. Some are whimsical, some elegant. All are delightfully appealing to the eye.
The smells of Christmas are there too. Cinnamon and pine fill the air, stirring a fondness for the Christmas season deep inside me.
I circle the store twice, searching for the one item I need this year. But there is no sign of it. I spot a clerk.
“Do you have a Nativity set?” I ask.
“No,” she replies. “None.”
