Christmas was fast approaching. It was to be my younger granddaughter’s first Christmas. She was nearly walking and by Christmas there was a fair chance she’d be up and running. I guess her sister Eloise would have had to arrive at the Christmas tree faster that year to see what the jolly, old fellow had left. I reckon if Caitlin was talking as well by then, her first word would have to have been “mine”. Watch out, Eloise!

What Do You Know? Oh, dear, what do you know? Young Caitlin’s about to get up and go On her two, little legs, she’s ready to walk Why, very soon she could even talk! She’ll be into everything, I kid you not And telling us all just what is what! © Jim Low