Then he opened up his sack. It was filled with gifts, and somehow I knew that they were all meant for me. I wished with all my heart that I might get a better look at them; but still I would not go out to him.
He beckoned to me kindly, saying, “Come and see for yourself.” The things I saw there through the glass were not such as I would have asked for myself, nor could I ever have envisioned them even in my wildest dreams, yet I felt as if I had always wanted them. Nothing in that sack was anything you have ever seen or imagined. I was filled with wonder, but did not understand what I was seeing.
I turned my face away from the window. “I will come another time,” I said. “I am not dressed for the out-of-doors. See – I am in my night things. I will come with you when I am better prepared.”
“Better prepared,” he said to me, “you will never be.”
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