a christmas story

Posted: December 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

The latest blog from John Foggin.

The Great Fogginzo's Cobweb

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‘Every year, the toys were brought down from the attic and placed under the tree hung with angels and lights and smelling of the pine woods. Every evening the toys performed, and every day the tree shed more needles on the floor until Christmas was gone. Then the tree was thrown out and the toys were packed off to the attic where they lay jumbled in a box together…..through the long days and nights they listened to the rain on the roof and the wind in the trees, but the sound of the clock striking midnight never reached them; they never had permission to speak at all, and they lay in silence until another year passed and they stood once more beneath the tree………’

And there starts one of the great stories of the 20th century, by one of its great storytellers. And you know, sure as eggs is eggs…

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