The Wave That Wouldn’t Stop — Every night in December, Benny tiptoed down the snowy lane, jingling one tiny bell so softly that only chimneys heard it. Read the full story →
Every night in December, Benny tiptoed down the snowy lane, jingling one tiny bell so softly that only chimneys heard it. He wanted to tuck giggles into stockings before the moon slid behind the pine trees.
Until one night, a striped squirrel popped from a snowbank, snatched Benny’s hat pom-pom, and bounced onto his mitten. “Hey, fuzzy bandit!” Benny laughed. Because of that, the teddy bear in his sack waved back. Because of THAT, the toy train tooted, the candy canes wiggled, and every sleepy window glowed warm yellow. At last, Benny raised his mitten high and shared the biggest laugh on the lane; can you spot the toys that joined the wave?
