On the evening of December 1, 2014, it was my intention to post every subsequent evening about a Christmas story. I had my
crappy old books about me– well, except for the two I cannot find. And I got off to a good start. The Fir Tree. Charlie Brown. Dadadadadadada da. da da da.
But alas. I got again stuck on the tracks a few feet from the station.
We had a potential blog-block breakthrough!
We can read.
Caroline Daughter C read aloud last evening from
Babika Kopesky Fairy Tales by Anne Staglik (1990)
And a right nice reading it was.
Maybe we can keep this up!
We can read!
(Although I think we will steer clear of those Czech stories from now on. They are too violent for my sensibilities. Just kidding. They are great! Thanks, Gran.)