Highbury Jeffers reclined by the fireside."The snow shoe," she
declared,
pulling her pajamas tightly about her while setting
Rush's Fly
By Night LP on a worn old turntable and pouring a
brimming glass of Château d’Auvernier
Oeil de Perdrix, "is the
king of shoes.It is bigger than a clown shoe, yet lighter than
a
sandal; wider than a Wellignton, but sharper than a stilleto.
What a delight it must be to live
at the North Pole and wear
snow shoes year 'round. Do you suppose," she continued,
suddenly
refelective, "that they make miniature snow shoes
for the elves, and special snowshoe horseshoes
for the reindeer?
I feel certain," she smiled, "that they do."
