Between Thanksgiving and the Big Day, I would run directly
to the five-and-tens after school and look at all the sparkly stuff, would see the bright
and intricate cardboard houses, the bottlebrush trees, the celluloids and fences , the
lights and ornaments and tinsel arrayed brilliantly before me. I had the intense feeling
that someone had dismantled an entire little world and there it lay in pieces! It was
up to me, personally, to put it all back together and if I did - it would somehow come to
life again: A Lost Christmas Atlantis, if you will.
I still feel that way ...