Merry Christmas to everyone from the Green-Walled Tower! There is no snow touching its ivy-covered sides since this year has been unseasonably warm where I am, although it is still Christmas inside. I have been surrounded by young children and Christmas themes this weeks: thus, this story.
The boys charged up the steps of the old castle, glad to be free of the car.
“The steps are lava!” Jack yelled.
“But they’re green,” Henry said. “They’re like little Christmas trees. Maybe there are tiny people there who decorate them at Christmas.”
“And Santa delivers presents, riding in the Catbus.”
“And then a dragon comes out of the ground and fights the Catbus and the people hide in the Christmas trees.”
“Yeah, they climb inside ornaments and use them for their houses.”
At that moment, Batman ballerina ran between them, crushing innumerable imaginary Christmas trees under her feet.