As I sat there enjoying the comfort of the moment, I thought I heard sleigh bells. It was muffled but there was no question what it was. As a child, I spent long winter weekends on my grandfather’s farm in central Illinois and had ridden in his horse-drawn sleigh many times. He always had old Bess decorated with many sleigh bells which added to the joy of the journey.
The cheerful sound of the bells continued but I could not figure out where it was coming from. Was it one of the books on the table? That seemed unlikely. But still … there was no other place this sound could be coming from. I moved some of the smaller books out of the way until I came to a large leather-bound volume with pages edged in gold leaf. The title, The Magic of Fairy Tales, brought back more childhood memories.
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