A CVhristmas Tree Part Two.

Bonnie came through the front door, load3ed down with packages and parcels, she stopped and looked at Icabod. Zachary and I stood still. time stood still. Beads of sweat came upon our head. Would she tell Ichcabod to leave ?. Ichabod stood still.
She looked Ichabod over from stem to stern and branch to branch to branch to branch. Zach and I loked each other over.
She turned from Ichabod to us. her gaze was kind of steely eyed. "I like it " She said "I like it lot "
We breathed a sigh of relief. We wiped the sweat from our brows. Ichabod gave a faint wave of a branch. A pine needle ,gently,fell.
Bonnie pul;led the boxes and boxes of tree 'dressings' close up by Ichabod. Zach and I looked at each other "Where will she put all of that stuff. ? Ichabod cant handle all of that." ?
Well out came the Baubles-the beads-the bulbs- the treasures of the past. She started spreading 'magic' upon Ichabod. Long into the night she toiled. Weaving the 'magic' slowly through Ichabods thin little body. Some lights some snow some afterglow. An Angel to the top and then she came to a stop.
"There " she said "There' He is done.
Ichabod smiled. a bright shinning smile.
"Thank you " I thought --I heard him say-'Thank you' "I will do my best to make your Christmas bright''
The puppy -our Lilly-stood beneath Ichabod looking up 'I will help protect you "she said.
And so the magic of Christmas that once came to 'Whoville' cmre to the Ponderosa last night. Christmas 'Magic' indeed.