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Farrell coming across the snow-covered field hauling the hand sled filled to overflowing with gifts from their house. Christmas was, beyond any doubt, the greatest time of the year ! Paper, ribbons and bows flew as each of us tore into the

treasures from this most recent delivery.

Then, after what seemed like a never-ending day, the sun reluctantly began to dip below the line of evergreens against the western horizon. Surely, Santa must now be packed and dressed to begin his long, all-night journey.

After supper, we had to make our way outdoors every so often to check the sky. There he was! His sled, loaded with every conceivable good thing, had just passed in front of the pale crescent moon! It was now only a few hours until those tiny hooves would be prancing on