In a far corner of the produce section at the grocery store: a child sitting cross-legged, head resting on her hands, book open in her lap, utterly engrossed in a story.
It makes me so happy to see her there–reading amidst the bustle.
I want to tell her she has given me a gift.
But I say nothing.
I let her keep reading.
I smile all the way home.
Happy holidays, all you readers.
May you, too, find a book, a quiet corner, the miracle of a story.

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