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In the kitchen I also found thein the house — a recipe box Each card had been handwritten by Grandh to transcribe and tuck into her little wooden box There were sections for desserts, main courses, salads, but my favorite one was Christmas

I wanted toabout her fa it in this cozy little cabin at the table with six chairs My heart ached for them, for their story I wanted theether

But I knew enough about life, about these forgotten treasures, to know that probably wasn’t the case

So in their memory, I made their cabin the coziest place I’d ever set foot in Stringing Christarland over the door I kept Christ it in paper and placing it under the tree My offering,it

After teeks of being here I’ve let downthis cabin for Christmas, they would have been here by now

It’s Christ here, on the couch with a crocheted afghan acrossof cocoa at h A Tale of Two Cities, I hear a car in the driveway

I nearly spillit and theether in fear

I’m not ready for this Christmas fairy tale to end

Is it the fa for the holidays? Or is it Max or Joe? When they learn the one, I don’t want to think about what they will do

Regardless of who it is, I want to be brave, to be strong… but it’s hard I look around the cabin, knowing very well it ht be my last look

I’ in front of the door when it pushes open A man enters — a tall, broad-shouldered uette sticking out of it, and he’s frowning, clearly confused

But I’m not

I know exactly who he is

I’d know those brown eyes anywhere