Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
Crumb came closer to sniff at the boxes and tilt his head. as I wound the key on the bottom of a snow globe and tipped it up in front of him. A tinny version of the Christmas song played as he watched the suspended snowflakes slowly drift down over a little house not so different from our own. I hummed along, reached out to scratch under his chin.
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