Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
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 bit chilly for him, and I reached for one of his sweaters in a box. It was an ugly Christmas sweater with reindeer and baubles and candy canes stitched on. I laughed as I pulled it over his head.
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