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Christmas 09

Twas the night before Christmas at the Alberson homestead. And all was well now that everyone was warm and fed. It warmed my heart, truly a sight to see. The lights and decorations sparkling on the tree. So there we were, collected and gathered in. With our neighbors, friends and all our kin. Daddy and I, hand in hand, huddled together Squeezing in tighter to shake off the chill of the weather. Moma was in the kitchen tiding about. Hushin’ and shooin’ the young’ens out. Charlie telling stories of way back when to the children at his feet. And poor little David, bouncing with excitement about to come out of his seat. Under the mistletoe, Josh and Anna , already with child and working on the next. Calen on the couch , sending out a very merry text. Pandora and her puppies, in the corner barely made a sound. As sweet little Elizabeth bobbled and bumbled around. Sierra sat next to the Christmas tree with a pile of presents below. And ShyAnne watched from the window, at the falling snow. And brother John had traveled three days by bus, But was well and glad to be home with us. Ricky tried to round up players for a game of shoes despite the cold. For he had a hot streak he meant to hold. Dian wished us merry Christmas by phone. Wished us well and was glad Ricky and the girls weren’t alone. Skyla and Cherish sizing up the presents, guessing what was inside. Though no one said a word, no matter how they pried. After the food we moved on to the real fun, As the presents were brought out one by one. In the blink of an eye, in just a flash The presents were unwrapped and before us sat a mountain of trash. But the best present of all this year was mine, Sharing Christmas with family and loved ones here in Mill Creek 2009. Sarah Comstock 12-26-2009

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