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~Merry Christmas ! ~
by
Robert Betts
(Age: 61)
copyright 11-24-2001
Age Rating: 4 to 127
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The Snow Angel
By Robert Betts
Jimmy's family moved to the Florida Keys in March of this year. Jimmy, with jet-black hair and incongruous blue eyes was always shy at first with other boys while Tim, a redhead, formed friends fast. Tim walked up to Jimmy on the first day he walked into fourth grade at Stanley Switlick School. Instantly they became inseparable.
 One day in late November while they were playing on Sombrero beach Jimmy was explaining to Tim what a snow angel is.
"You lay down on your back in the snow and flap your arms and legs. When you get up and look down it looks just like an angel. Here I'll show you," explained Jimmy as he lay on the beach sand and flapped. "It doesn't work good here 'cause the sand is too hard," he said as he examined the faint imprint in the sand.
 "Snow is softer?" asked Tim who was born in Marathon and had never seen snow.
"Yea, lots. It's cold too and it's made of snow-flakes that have all different shapes. Did you know that no two snowflakes are identical?"
"Really?" exclaimed Tim in awe.
"Mom and Dad and I always go to visit grandma in Corning, N.Y. every Christmas. They always got lots of snow there. See Dad's cooler over there? I'll fill it with
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snow and bring it when we come back after New Years, O.K.?"
"Wow, awesome! That would be the greatest Christmas present ever!"
"Well, a week or so late but it's the best I can do."
On Christmas morning a refrigerated delivery truck pulled up in front of Tim's house. The lettering on the side of the truck said, "Angelo's Deliveries." A tall, slim, dark-haired man got out and hefted a cardboard box from the back of the truck and then skipped up to Tim's door.
"A delivery for Tim Jones," he announced to Tim's father who opened the door with Tim at his side. Tim eyed the box with curiosity while  the man explained that he was Jimmy's Uncle Gabe and drove truck around the country. He said he knew all about Jimmy's plan to send a cooler full of snow to his friend.
"Well, I figured since I was coming this way anyway, I might just as well deliver it myself so it would be in time for Christmas," Gabe explained.
When Tim opened the cardboard box he saw the cooler, the one that Jimmy had affixed a sticker he had gotten out of a cereal box. He pried open the cooler.
"Snow!" he exclaimed. "Real snow! And look, Dad, a snow angel, a little one," he said pointing to the miniature angel imprinted deeply in the snow. I just gotta call Jimmy |
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right now!" bubbled Tim, closing the cooler then running into the house.
 "Well I'd better get on down the road," said Uncle Gabe."
"Can you stay for dinner?" asked Tim's Dad.
"No. Thanks a lot but I've got kind of an emergency delivery a piece down the road. I really have to get a move on."
"Well, any time you're in the area you're welcome to stay for dinner and stay a while if you like," said Tim's dad, shaking Uncle Gabe's hand.
"Maybe, in fact I'm sure we'll dine together someday," said Gabe as he climbed into the truck and fired the engine. "Merry Christmas," he called out as he drove off.
 Tim came out and looked at his dad with his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"Dad?"
"Yes Tim." Noticing the dumbfounded look on his son's face he added, "Is something the matter?"
Tim whispered, "Jimmy told me he doesn't have any Uncle Gabe. Nobody in his family drives a truck. Besides, he said his Dad's empty cooler was missing off the back steps last night."
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