Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
and have a midnight kiss. She climbed the stairs to check the space and found the freshly polished floors glowing and the candles on the windowsills ready to be lit. She had the boxes of ornaments and many, many strings of lights ready for the tree. From one window, she could see the lake, frozen for a dozen feet at the shore, and with dark, rippling water farther out. There were still ducks,
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