Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Later that day I went back to the old turf-house door and drew back the ivy. There between the stones was the dried-out bird's nest that was no longer in use because its owner was on her foreign holidays. I eased my letter to Santa out of my pocket and tucked it into the nest. I considered this the ideal resting place because the owner and Santa both belonged to foreign places and came here across the sky. There was the mystery of the unknown about the worlds they both came from they belonged in the sky and my letter was destined to join them there when the time was right. ”
Alice Taylor
From : An Irish Country Christmas
