In the dim last licks of the candy cane trick, we saw a vision of angels. 

On a jetty of salt, in an ocean of soap, ten thousand angels all start to hum.

Above them the clouds become letters, spelling words to a new kind of bible.

This was your cue.

It was time for your magic.

It was time to blur the sharp edges of reality.

You are a very funny person. 

You are a cat in a tree.

We are a group of firemen.

And, this is a very special kind of ladder.