Chapter three
Christmas Village
Gabe and I picked up a little table from the attic. Daniel
picked up a box filled with houses, buildings, people, and cars. We were
preparing the Christmas village. After we got down from the attic, we heard a familiar
sound of a car. “Dad’s home!” Gabe said. “Yippee!” I said. “He can help us with
the Christmas village!” I slid across the floor, in my socks, to the door. “Hi,
daddy!” Daniel Exclaimed. “Can you help us fix the Christmas village?” “Sure, Danny!”
My dad replied. “Where’s the box?” Daniel pointed. “Hi!” My mom said, as she
came out of the kitchen, with a plate of sugar cookies. “Cookies for everyone!” “Yay!”
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