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Advent 2021 – December 4

December 4 – Sarah

The grey clouds swept around them, bringing them back to the present. Old Man Winter settled his figure within the branches of the tree, and Jade looked out over the crowd. “Who would like to go next?” she said.

“I would, if you don’t mind.”

Everyone turned, and the crowd parted as a tall, slim young woman stepped confidently forward. One hand clasped the handle of her service dog’s harness, and in the other, she held a small gingerbread house ornament that she held out to Jade. The house was tiny, about the size of her palm, but Molly knew every single decoration on it, sculpted into the gingerbread and dyed with food coloring. 

Sarah Ford was blind, but her sensitive fingers told her all about the world around her. Watching her, Molly was pulled back into the past again.

It was snowing, and she was in the tea room at CrossWinds Books, listening to WCOV play Christmas Carols. Molly watched a 6-year-old blonde child make her way unerringly to the younger Molly who was having a cup of tea by the fireplace. “Molly! Molly! I need your help!” little Sarah said eagerly, her hands outstretched.

She was so small!  Schrodinger said to the present-day Molly. And yet so independent!

Oh yes. Sarah’s never been anything but unafraid. 

Past-Molly helped her down into the chair next to her. “Anything! What can I do for you?”

“Mommy said Daddy is going to be on duty Christmas eve,” Sarah said. “Can we make a gingerbread house that he can bring with him?”

Past-Molly frowned, obviously thinking. “Possibly. What were you thinking?”

Sarah’s little face puckered into a matching frown. “Well, when you bring the gingerbread houses to everyone, they’re big and fragile,” the little girl said. “Can we make kind of a mini version that won’t break? That maybe he could hang from the window of his squad car?” Sarah’s father was a member of the Carter’s Cove police force.

“I think we can!” Past-Molly pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, and the stub of a pencil. “If you want it to last and not to be eaten, I can make the gingerbread harden. And if we sculpt the decorations into the gingerbread itself, then there’s nothing to fall off.”

“Perfect!” Sarah clapped her hands together eagerly. “And then he will have it every year! Can I help?”

“Oh yes,” Past-Molly agreed. “I’ll make it so that it will never fade. And of course you can help! We’ll make it the best gingerbread house ever.”