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available space in that room were all the toys for the

twins that were too large and awkward to wrap. My eyes met with Chris's. He winked, grinned,

then bounded from his bed. He grabbed for the silver

bells attached to red plastic reins, and he shook them

vigorously above his head. "Merry Christmas!" he

boomed. "Wake up, everybody! Cory, Carrie, you

sleepyheads--open your eyes, get up, and behold!

Look and see what Santa Claus brought!"

They came so slowly out of dreams, rubbing at

sticky eyes, staring in disbelief at the many toys, at

the beautifully wrapped packages with name tags, at

the striped stockings stuffed with cookies, nuts,

candy, fruit, chewing gum, peppermint sticks,

chocolate Santas.

Real candy--at last! Hard candy, that colorful

kind that churches and schools gave out at their

parties, the best kind of candy for making black holes

in your teeth. Oh, but it looked and tasted so

Christmasy!

Cory sat on his bed, bedazzled, and again his

small fists lifted to rub at his eyes, and he appeared

too bewildered for speech.

But Carrie could always find words. "How did

Santa Claus find us?"

"Oh, Santa has magic eyes," explained Chris, who

lifted Carrie up and swung her to his shoulder, and

then he reached to do this to Cory, too. He was doing

as Daddy would have done, and tears came to my

eyes.

"Santa would never overlook children


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