Giraffes in the Keyholes

Do you remember being so young that you didn't know all the words?

I remember sitting on the floor in the living room ... playing with my toys ... My mom was stuffing cotton in the keyhole of our front door.

I asked her why she was doing that.

I thought she said, "To keep out the giraffes."

"How could giraffes get in through there?" said I.

"No ... not giraffes -- cold air -- the word is drafts," said Mom.

... Fifty years later, on a cold, winter's night ... I think about giraffes in the keyholes ... and how it felt to be so very young.