Fiorella is the most creative person in the world and her mother is to blame for encouraging her. Of course, Mom tried to rein Fio in at a certain point, but it was too late.
The above is a prelude to the main story: Fiorella finished off her Christmas sonnet and the card design today, and, in five minutes, will be busting down the road to FedEx Kinko's, which, under one name or another, has been printing out her cards for too many years to count. The poem is always the hardest part, with Fio revising it even when she's in her design phase, like today. "Christmas Fire" is the title, and you can guess the topic. But how to illustrate it? Fio made a quick sketch of the family fireplace, but it looked stupid. Then the lightning struck--that bolt of creativity that borders on insanity--use the fire, but cut it out of red paper and use it to border the poem!
Okay, the euphoria is fading and the insecurity is setting in. Will people like Fio's cards, realize the treasure they have received? Or will they toss the card in the waste basket and wonder why Fio doesn't go out and buy cards like everyone else.