Secret, paper taped, covered windows, hiding the sweet, longing sugar dreams, that children hold, inside. Closed for the

Cold winter season, as the folks, of the small town, plan the grand opening. Lists were created, and items were ordered,

For the special, sweet day. Buildings, were scrubbed, as past dusty, memories, were put away.

This year, the new owner, of the choc oh shop, decided to surprise, the town of others. He had met me, months before,

So, yes I am involved, in the sweet success of an idea. The inside of the shop, contained a large chocolate, log cabin.

The logs were sprinkled with jimmies. Well it looked very solid to me. Looking inside, there was a set, of dark smooth

Chocolate wheels, that were moving, on its own track. The train was held together with pieces, of dark licorice, holding

Like rope.

As the train, slowly, moved, around, the cars ,held small, delicate, pieces of taste, for the others, to enjoy. Smiles of

Glee, happiness, and the look of wanting more, was written on their faces. Silent messages, were exchanged between,

The eater, and the sweet. Eyes, closed with delight as the train, moved, carrying all kind, of surprises. Making frequently,

Needed stops, for the hands, of the small ones.

As soon, as the candies, emptied, they were immediately, refilled, with a blink, of an eye. Patiently, waiting, for that first,

Taste, of mouth watering, dreams, of sweet. Chairs and small decorated couches, were given to those first timers, that

Couldn’t handle the volume of sweets. You must know, there is always one.

For the older adults, that didn’t ride that train, the sweets were delivered to the room, that is made out of homemade,

Chocolate, mint drops, with swirls of orange, draped like spider webs, of long ago. There was also, comfort of seats,

For them to relax on. Gentle falls, of water of color, flowed a sweet mist, in the air.

After the youngsters, left to go home, to their ‘Mr. Bubble Bath’. Is when the real fun started. An chocolate art class,

Was offered, and you got to eat your project. Melted chocolate, was flung, and hardened, on edible, flavored paper.

The store also, hung the sweets, from the colorful ceiling, and it was lowered down, upon purchase. Dropped into a

Goodbye, box.

A list of absolutely, every thing, in the store is stored in a chip, that was put in you, after you took your first bite, of

Our chocolate. You are given updates, on the changes that occur.

Sp you see, we are quite busy, here. I’m going on my 25th year in a row. The funny thing about all this sweet, yummy,

Gooey, idea of love,,,,,,,, I don’t even like chocolate……….