12/9/2008 7:19 AM
Ileana wrote:
.... and we dance around the Christmas tree with candy cane necklaces on red ribbon band around our necks; the sound of miniature electric trains clatter on toy tracks; smells of turkey roasting and apple pies baking waft through the house.... clack, clack... the sound of the nutcracker breaking walnut, filbert and almond shells; the younger children leaning on my knees, patiently waiting for their share of nut-meat. My youngest sister sits so closely, I can smell the shampoo our mother used on her dark curls..... "Read the story of Santa Clause."
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.... Reply to this
.... and we dance around the Christmas tree with candy cane necklaces on red ribbon band around our necks; the sound of miniature electric trains clatter on toy tracks; smells of turkey roasting and apple pies baking waft through the house.... clack, clack... the sound of the nutcracker breaking walnut, filbert and almond shells; the younger children leaning on my knees, patiently waiting for their share of nut-meat. My youngest sister sits so closely, I can smell the shampoo our mother used on her dark curls..... "Read the story of Santa Clause."
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house....
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