When a new story by Geron is posted, you know you're in for a delightful and uplifting read and this one is no exception.
It's Christmas, and Christmas means Charlie Boone and friends. We return to Twombly, the only elf town on Earth, to solve a perplexing mystery.
All I'll say is read it.
This also reminded me of Cllarence Darrow, who would distract a jury from the prosecutor by smoking a cigar with a wire In it. They would be fixed waiting for the ash which would never fall.
I found myself behind a lady I went to school with. She was a slim and lithe girl back them. Now her bottom would droop well over the sides of a large wheelbarrow.
What a wonderful gift Twombly's newest citizens have!
As I speculated earlier, the missing wishes are being granted, a beautiful Christmas miracle.
Thanks for another lovely story, Geron!