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And another thing--I didn’t know Becky could sing I like to sing too, but no one has ever heard me, no one alive noay, not since the day Priscilla went into the river Priscilla, the star at the top of my Christmas tree

Christmas Eve

"Watch it, Blum" That’s Daniel

"Don’t dropopen e procession

Daniel backs down the steps, gripping the legs of a wooden chair, which is tilted at a forty-five-degree angle Patience sits on the chair like the Queen of Sheba, and Dr Blum supports the back, followed by Danny who scoots down on his botto joke She’s dressed, bare-legged in a red silk kiht

"What do you think you’re doing?" I inquire

"Patience wanted to co Christmas carols around the piano," Hester explains

"I’ll recline on the sofa What’s the difference, lying down here or lying up there? It’s Christmas Eve"

"What if they drop you?" I roll roan, their faces red froiggling like a schoolgirl, quickly slides over onto it

If I didn’t know better, I’d say the wo to drink and I don’t mean lemonade Hester carries around that little flask

"There! Isn’t this nice?" Daniel proclai the cookies"

In the corner in a bucket is a six-foot newly cut spruce that the ht in earlier this afternoon, and the roorance "Let’s put the decorations on Did you bring down the paper chains Danny and I lass balls?" Patience asks