Velvet Verbosity

Across the deep, dark, Vermont lake that is fabled to be home to loch ness’s brother, lights twinkle, nestled in the mountain. They are the lights of a home, winking to us in our little log cabin across the way as we fall asleep. There are eight of us, three sisters and five cousins, in the two big canopied beds. We giggle, our breaths mingle as we sigh, and our eyes twinkle in the darkness, winking back across the lake in Christmas tidings before we fall into slumber and dream of the fat stockings that will greet us come morning.