You have to be a child
“You have to be a child to know how wonderful is a store window filled with dolls and sleds and other toys. And this wonder came free to Francie. It was nearly as good as actually having the toys to be permitted to look at them through the glass window.” — Betty Smith, in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
There is more than a little of the child I was, still very much alive inside me. Perhaps that explains my sheer delight in the Christmas season. Like Francie in Smith’s wonderful tale, I enjoy looking at things as much or more than I enjoy owning them. During this season, I wish you the unlimited enchantment of looking at colorful displays and capitvating objects with a joy unrelated to any desire to own them.