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"Merry Christmas. Don't forget about me.
Love, Sheri"
I had just finished putting it away when Tommy knocked on my door, dragging me out to breakfast, and then off to the bus.
The rest of that trip was uneventful; I made it home OK, picked up some presents in Panama, saw some old friends, and made it back to college in one piece.
But I'll always recall that first Christmas away from home, and the greatest Christmas present I ever received.
Not my first erector set, or the 114 piece Lincoln Log tube. Not my first really COOL bicycle, a purple spider bike with banana seat, big handle bars and a three speed shifter on the bar. Not my first electric guitar, a Fender, and amp, which I think my parents had some second thoughts about.
No, Sheri's was the nicest gift I ever received, and probably ever will receive, for Christmas.
"Thanks" just doesn't seem to say enough.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoRotten ending. Should have proposed. You’d think an author would know where a hymen is located.
Bill S.
