Quill’s Tree-Top Waiting Game — Every December evening, Quill carried the family home the sensible way: one tidy tree, one straight road, no roof wobble. Read the full story →
Every December evening, Quill carried the family home the sensible way: one tidy tree, one straight road, no roof wobble. This year, while pine needles tickled his paint and snow hissed under his tires, he invented a new game called Guess What’s Still on Top. The rules were simple: everyone guessed when the giant tree would slide off. Quill guessed, “Not yet,” and rolled extra slowly.
At the bakery corner, the tree stayed. At the frozen fountain, it stayed. Because Quill waited at every bump, the ornaments began chiming together like tiny spoons. Because of that, sleepy houses opened their curtains, and children counted the jingles instead of asking if the tree had fallen. “One more hill!” called the kid in the back.
Finally, at the chapel bend, the last branch brushed the bell rope and rang one perfect, snowy bong. Quill smiled through his headlights; his waiting game had turned the whole village into players. Next time you spot that enormous roof tree, can you guess what’s still on top?
