The Christmas tree, a hemlock with fine,
flat needles, was so big that
it almost touched the ceiling.
It was Christmas eve. My mother
had put red candles in silver candlesticks
in the window. There was a bowl of popcorn on the
floor beside the tree. My brother was eating it.




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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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