joy of a toy

The week of Christmas coincided with a cold. (or collided)  A sinister cold that left we limp and gasping.
One evening, a friend swooped in and gaily presented me with brightly colored envelopes and a bag of rustling Christmas cheer.
Out of the depths of a reindeer bag, I pulled a gift from her mother.
A Christmas present for me.
Puzzle blocks.
Vintage happiness complete with a tiny wooden wagon for storage.
I found myself arranging and rearranging the blocks, my head bent in concentration.
I made first one picture and then another.
I flipped and turned and admired.
Oh the joy of a toy at Christmas.