Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
I set the snow globe down in front of Crumb, who got down on his belly and pressed his nose to the glass, still watching the snow fall. Bluebird stood and stretched beside the couch, and I called him over. He sat down beside me, and I put my arm around him, and we looked up at our beautiful tree. I thought it might be a little chilly for him, and I reached for one of his sweaters in a box.
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