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Bella Carlisle

In by Chris on August 7, 2010 at 2:32 pm

Bella Carlisle’s mantel was lined with miniature Santas, even in August. It was the only part of the house she allowed to retain the Christmas spirit that always seemed to be surfacing.

The deer that looked like reindeer. The smudge marks on the chimney. The cookies. (Though they were chocolate chip, not sugar cookies, and had melted into a sludge when she left them out on the porch all afternoon.)

Oh, and from time to time all she could do was shout, “OH COME OH COME EMMAH-AH-AH-NYOO-EL!” She loved Christmas, and couldn’t hide it. Therefore the Santas stayed all year.

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