Liz Rosenberg

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It was a long drive to aunt Cleo’s house, but that was okay, it was Christmas Eve. It began to snow lightly as they crossed the state line, and then the storm grew thicker, until they were forced to pull over and spend Christmas Eve at a motel, a motel without a chimney--or even a mailbox.
As they lay in the dark motel room, it didn't feel like Christmas. But a young boy's Christmas wish finds its way to Santa, and creates a night he will remember forever.

kenavo a écrit: très bon choix

et je ne me sens plus seule avec mon avatar Noël