Miracle on Westervelt Avenue
Grace had just turned 5 one day before Christmas Eve, and Eve would be two the day after Christmas. It was 40 years ago.
We had been reading chapter books, one chapter each night. It was time to pick up our current book, Wind In The Willows. Tonight happened to be Christmas Eve, but the coincidence of our having come to the chapter about Rat an Mole’s Christmas Eve celebration did not dawn on us… at least not at first.
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I read about how Mole and Rat had finally found Mole’s cozy home under the snow, and were setting in comfortably when they heard voices outside:




