...of Christmas Past Copyright © 2000 Walt Zientek
The little black girl sat silently by the door's edge. Waiting. She knew that it
She knew, after all these years, by watching the changes in the weather as
She waited for the sounds of her family, stirring from sleep. She heard the
Then she heard the woman wake and begin to gather up the family. The
She paused before she entered the room, letting her family take in the sight
Slowly she walked among them. She gently touched each one with her soft
"Oh Mom," the older daughter said sadly, "I wish KayCee was here this
"The woman felt her hands fall slowly to her empty lap. She smiled a slight, The little black dog wagged her tail some more.
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