Grandma’s Last Christmas
Grandma’s Last Christmas Something took apart my beanie, ripping every seam, stealing my favorite panel for its evil scheme. Dad’s boxers and Mom’s flowered blouse likewise disappeared. Our baby sister’s blankie the next thing commandeered. Mother’s apron, then a snip from her wedding dress, taken from an inner seam, so who would ever guess? […]
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