It was Christmas Eve. I had walked the chilly neighborhood with my 6-month-old grandson Briar strapped onto my chest in a nylon carrier. It was nap time, and his eyelids fluttered lower and lower...
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It was Christmas Eve. I had walked the chilly neighborhood with my 6-month-old grandson Briar strapped onto my chest in a nylon carrier. It was nap time, and his eyelids fluttered lower and lower...
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