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The Next Christmas Allie and the children put up the glow in the dark wall Christmas tree of her mother's and placed stockings on the wall of the cave using big nails that had been hammered into the morter in beyween the stones in the wall by a fake fireplace that her grandfather built and packages against the wall under the tree and she quietly whispered happy birthday Jesus .
The End
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