The ground is covered in a thin layer of crunchy early winter snow. I walk along a slippery path with a hundred other people toward the horse-drawn sleighs of a rural farm theatre company.
The ease of movement is so freeing. I have left my 5-year-old son with disabilities at home this evening so I can take my other children to this magical theatre experience.
We find our spot crowded on hay bales and I am sitting at the front closest to the horses. A 13-year-old boy climbs up onto the wagon.
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