Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
I pushed open the door from the kitchen out to the backyard and stuck them neck deep into the nearest snow drift. This is a handy part of living somewhere with plenty of snow. Any snowbank can be an extension of your refrigerator. As I was coming back in to stir the soup, I heard a friendly knock and the jingle bells on the front door ringing as our friends began to pile in.
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