Two Christmases ago a Christmas shoppe opened in my little village (really a small town-but village sounds much more once upon a time). Partridge graced the small village on Main Street for FIVE weeks. The proprietress gathered handmade ornaments, dummy board Santa Clauses, book galore, fresh greens- needless to say many beautiful treasures.
She collected from some of her favourite workshops-Salzburg Creations,ROOST, Global Views, along with textiles, millinery flowers, beeswax candles, scented candles, handmade Christmas ornaments, gift tags and one of kind vintage ornaments and creche figures.She was a busy proprietress.
All seemed idyllic, but unknown forces were gathering to bring holiday havoc to the proprietress and Partridge. Her stalwart Mrs.Santa (mother) and her trusty companion dog both fell under the spell of menacing spirits. Mrs. Santa was visited by the sprite of broken vertebrae and her trusty canine fell ill with unknown woes and alas-old age.
She pondered. Why in the ever loving name of Saint Nicholas did she want to feather this nest anyway?
She sat. Shoppers came, some shopped, some ogled, some admired-Some even feathered their own nests.
Every day the proprietress vowed to Never Open Partridge again. Partridge came and went that season- bringing a bit of elegance to an otherwise ordinary village.
Once upon a time was enough for this Partridge.