Doodle Waits for the Wink — Every night, Doodle tapped his hat pom-pom and waited for its tiny wink. “Not yet?” he whispered, smelling pine and cold holly. Read the full story →
Every night, Doodle tapped his hat pom-pom and waited for its tiny wink. “Not yet?” he whispered, smelling pine and cold holly.
One night, the pom-pom bounced—boing!—and rolled into the frost-garden. Because of that, Doodle chased it past zigzag trees. Because of THAT, sleepy stars sneezed sparkle on his nose. He waited, grinning, not grabbing.
At last the pom-pom winked, warm and round, and popped back on his hat. Next time you see his big smile, can you spot the wink he waited for?