Aubrey popped into
the bookstore while I was hanging wreaths in the windows.
“What
do you think?” I asked her.
“I have some
ideas,” she answered and shortly after that, headed back out the door to do some shopping.
I
rarely went out at lunchtime, but I needed to get some things for Thanksgiving
dinner. “You’re in charge,” I told
Sylvester, who looked up at me from his bed of books, yawned and went back to
sleep.
By the time I
got back to the bookstore, I was tired and frustrated and it wasn’t until I
walked inside and turned around to flip the Closed sign to Open that I realized
the windows had been decorated in my absence.
Aubrey had
flocked the windows with a spray can of “snow.” And then each window had a display with a
stuffed animal, “reading” a book. Looking around the rest of the room, I saw
that on top of the Children’s Corner bookcase, the bear with glasses had been
joined by a mama bear and three little bears while “papa” bear read The
Night Before Christmas to them.
There was even a
display made of red and green books stacked so each level had less books and
the top level was only one book, a book Christmas tree.
The decorations
were awesome. I had to tell her.
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