Joy is the greatest form of Gratefulness!
Christmas Markets in December
“The holiday season is a perfect time to reflect on our blessings and seek out ways to make life better for those around us. -T MARSHALL
Part One -Remus
It was that time of year again. The stores are already presenting their wares for the Christmas season, but Halloween is actually two days away. In years passed, Remus would have been gearing up for the Halloween bash with a costume already picked out and purchased back in July or August. This year there wasn’t going to be a party to attend. So, in retrospect he had decided to take the day before as well as the day of Halloween off. The plan was to watch scary movies and sort through his craft storages. He needed a stand-out piece for the Winter Art sale.
The Winter Art sale was always a precarious day. But this year he was determined to do well by pulling out all the stops. All the pieces that hadn’t sold over the last few years were going into a sale basket. It didn’t matter that the item may be worth more than the sale price; his priority, now, was to open up space for new products and new designs. Having a determination of not spending any money in an effort to use up all the existing supplies he had accumulated over the years. Now, if an idea would just present itself, “Hmmm”. Baking always helped clear his head; and he had been craving that carrot cake he had made for his birthday in March.
When they had traveled to Europe, the cruise had a port in Rijeka, Croatia. In that quaint shop Haimige spotted, he found the French salt, Fleur de sal, and immediately purchased it for Gingergirl, and himself. Since he had been adding it to all of his baked items, there was a burgeon in the flavor; he was so glad he had decided to purchase a package for himself. “It appears the French do know a thing or two when it comes to their confectioneries”, thought Remus. And now, after he had been using the Fleur de sal, he understood why.
The baking interlude had been successful, not because of the tasty carrot cake, but a pattern for bowties had been stuck in the same cookbook. A remnant of a plan for the main sale piece at the Winter Art Sale was being formulated. The light flickered from his phone, and a text appeared from Haimige. The hotel room accommodations have been booked. A smile of satisfaction began to form on his face and then he took a closer look and the dates were wrong. The markets were open Thursday through Sunday, and Haimige had them leaving on Thursday. Dialing his number, he asked him to correct the dates so that they were arriving on Thursday and leaving on Monday.
(to be continued…)
Janiele Allman Children's Story Writer 