Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

gdi i nodded off in the middle of this post and totally forgot whatever eloquent note mordecai was going to say so my inner child wrote the last line.

Her commentary came not long after he had rested his gaze on her, and he felt the stirrings of faint mirth spark at such. Yes, they would be small; naturally he pondered how small they were right then and there. It was a mystery of life that he would not come to understand and to some extent, experience for himself. Once upon a time, they had been small too and through some sort of magical happenstance they now found themselves as bookends to what would hopefully be another generation.

"They won't stay that way for long," came his answer after a thoughtful pause. As with all things, they would grow and change. They did that now, he suspected. His seemed a dour statement aloud and he sought to amend it cheekily: "But I suppose it isn't too early to place bets on who they'll take after more."