Odd shapes in the shadows slowly danced and weaved upon the walls. They were like many glowing stars, shining against the dark green tree. Now progress has removed the candles from the tree and colored lights have taken over in the remembrance. Santa turned the small Christmas tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree. With the bonds of goodwill toward each other.
Goodwill forever is the message of the bow.
I wondered what else Santa had in his bag. But instead of reaching into his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and began to reach up on the tree. I thought he was hungry, as he reached for a candy cane. Purposely placed high on the tree. He unfastened it and reached out toward me with it.