The Best Ones I Know

Some kids came by and we made Christmas cards together. Nothing complicated—just cutting and pasting and drawing for an afternoon, the kind of thing you don’t think about much while it’s happening.

Then their thank-you letters arrived. Handmade, careful, wobbly handwriting with glitter and stickers. They’d actually thought about it, actually put the time in to say thanks. I’m not usually sentimental but something about it got to me.

Those letters are still here. The Christmas feeling stuck around.