Fawn’s Christmas Morning
“Fawn,” said Spot. “Wake up! It’s Christmas morning.” “Oh,” said Fawn. “I couldn’t have set my alarm clock. I wanted…
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“Fawn,” said Spot. “Wake up! It’s Christmas morning.” “Oh,” said Fawn. “I couldn’t have set my alarm clock. I wanted…
Hi there, boys and girls! I’m going to tell you about the best Christmas that I have ever had. It…
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I sit beside you almost everyday on the train going to work, each morning. I don’t even know your name…
(This story is dedicated to my mother, Mary-Anne Williamson, who passed away July 31, 2001. I love you Mom and…
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