Toys

When I was a child, Mr. Benny was my sleeping partner. He slept under the covers at my feet. I pulled my knees up to my chest to slumber for touching the grumpy rabbit with my toes resulted in a sharp nibble. I found great comfort in being miserable.

Recently while walking through my neighborhood, I came upon a unrealized rabbit. I imagined there was a time when this rabbit was unsoiled and proudly waited on a store shelf for adoption by the love of a child. As I contemplated the face down rabbit, the winter breeze delivered Skin Horse's whisper, "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real."

My ipod randomly selected "River" by Joni Mitchell from her "Blue" album. "It's coming on Christmas, They're cutting down trees, They're putting up reindeer..."