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=Since, Trisha, my neighbor, had invited me and some of my questionable friends to have Thanksgiving at her house, I felt it was only right that they spend Christmas eve with me in my home.
The neighborhood was beginning to sparkle with Christmas color. Many houses were dressed out in green and red while others had a solid blue string of lights along the eves of their homes. The fences were decorated with white silver lights hanging from a long cord to give the appearance of dripping icicles.
On this cold December day my doorbell rang.
“Hi, neighbor, looks like it’s snowing,” Trisha exclaimed unwinding her thick black scarf from her neck and stomping the snow off her boots before crossing the threshold.
“I guess I’ll have to locate my snow shovel,” I replied helping her out of her winter coat.
“Don’t worry about that, Larry just got himself a new snow shovel for the front of his truck. Let him have fun with that.”
“Come in. Want some hot chocolate?”=©A.Nation2016