Three Cheers for Noda!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
I am an admitted and self-professed crank and curmudgeon. Eternally pessimistic and depressed, I see danger where others see possibility and I see dismal failure where others might see a tiny dip in the surface. But there's something about being at my first grandchild's first birthday that suffused me with hope!
A little Santa Claus!
He keeps his eyes on things, like a miniature cheerful policeman making the rounds of an enchanted and happy neighborhood.
He is generous and shares things; he hands over his toys and books for others to delight in just like a jolly postman delivering a bounty of good wishes and cheerful letters.