Yay, it's the weekend! Finally.
Your Four Line Friday Prose topic this week: time to unwind.
While Bing Crosby dreamed of a White Christmas I watched the first toy soldier make its escape from its ribbon and gift wrap prison. Ten more followed, marching in single file to the kitchen, and I brought up the rear with a bemused expression on my sleepy face. I'll admit to being filled with curious excitement to see what they would get up to.
But as they laid siege to the liquor cabinet I thought it might be time for them to unwind.