Who Is Getting Married?

Way out in the middle of twenty acres in the suburbs of Bloggingham sits a log house. It is full of English bulldogs, cedar walls, exposed beams, antique pottery, old old clocks, very large sewing machines and lots of love.

Heat from a woodburning stove encased in a rock fireplace warms the downstairs and siphons up the staircase to a loft that smells of cedar closets and creosol. I love visiting. Especially during the Holidays.

"What are you doing, Mimi?""I am photographing your Christmas Village."

"Why?""To put on my blog."

"Why?""It's where the little people live."

"Little people live on your blog?"

"No, silly. Little people live in your Christmas village.
I see a story. I'm going to write a story for my little blog based on the little people who live in your little village."

I see the eyeballs rolling. I can read her mind. We've been sisters all our lives. She is thinking, 'You may be the oldest but sometimes you worry me'.....

"Don't worry. I don't use names or locations."
"Mimi, they don't HAVE names."

I looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "DUUUUH, little sister, they will when I finish my story."

"You know you've gone a little crazy this Christmas, don't you?

Do you know how many trees you have in this house?"
"I can count.""Do you care if I photograph them for my readers?"
"You have readers?"

**smart alack**

"I have more readers than you have trees. But back to the little people."

(btw. Do you realize there's a fisherman sitting in the middle of the skating rink?)

Take this Courthouse for example..."

"Don't you wonder what's going on in there? And why is the man climbing the ladder?"
"To get to the top, Mimi."

Yes, I told my little sister to shut up. On. Christmas.

"And the Justice Of The Peace building. WHO is getting married??!

"Little people."

Shut UP!

"Do you know there are talking PEOPLE inside your village walls? These folks are inside the flower shop buying bouquets for the wedding at the Justice of The Peace. I just know it." "Who's getting married, Mimi?"The people inside the little village, sister. Aren't you paying attention??!"
"They don't have names, Mimi. You have to have a name to get married."
"They will have names when I finish my story!!!"
"God. This is just like playing dolls with you when we were little."
"You never let me play with your dolls."
"I suppose the Cabinet Maker is making a cabinet for the newlyweds and why are you hiding behind a tree?."

"So my readers can't see me.""You have readers?""I have more readers than I know what to do with, Little Sister!""How do you KNOW.....Mimi.....how do you KNOOOOOWWWW. For all you know they aren't real either."
"What's wrong with your camera?"

"The little people aren't showing up."
"Because they're not reeealll....Mimi. Just like your readers.They're not real either. Bwaahaahaaaaa!!!!"
I hate her.


**photo credit:Mimi Lenox**