If you haven’t already, please readparts 1 and2to this story 🙂
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
These words, from the well-worn Yuletide ballad, swirled through Leroy’s head, as he weathered the rough ride back to his beloved grandmother, Mary. He’d learned the words of the rhyme while visiting with the little White boys and girls up at old Marse Hatfield’s house; his brothers, sisters and cousins, he’d been told. He’d sat, attentively, at the feet of Marse’s wife, along with the rest of the children as she’d served up the sonnet with almost as much spirit and spice as the ceramic cup of egg nog that had sat warmly in…
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Love this!
Happy New Year, my friend!
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Thank you Mario! Did I ever tell you that I was stationed with the Air Force, in Sicily (Comiso) in 1984? Your pictures remind me of those times. Felice Anno Nuovo!
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Same back to you Ron!
Actually , I’m Anna….
Mario ‘s photos are often published on my blog and Matteo is his newborn grandson!
I didn’t ‘t know you’ve been in Italy…ciao, amico!
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Thanks Anna, sorry bout the name mix up. Ciao
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Excellent and compelling. Added a link here from my yearly “Another Visit from St. What’s-his-Name” in my related content section under the heading, “From a “don’t miss” serialized true story from Ron Brown.”
xx,
mgh
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