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(Finished) A Christmas Campfire Story
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<blockquote data-quote="Mayflower1" data-source="post: 75599285" data-attributes="member: 132617"><p>"Come on, Peter, the town needs...wait, what?"George put his hand on the back of his head in humble surprise.</p><p></p><p>"You are just giving this to us...I can't believe this...you have no idea what this is going to do for this town." He said astonished.</p><p></p><p>Mrs. Orwell came in also, turtle doves in hand for the Christmas tree.</p><p></p><p>"Margie, we need to go make cookies." Lots and lots of cookies!" Then strangely, George leaped out behind the desk, gave her a big kiss, and started piling toys in his own basket for their kids.</p><p></p><p>Margie smiled in confusion at Peter, not hearing the news until later. "Okay then." She said, "</p><p></p><p>"My husband has had a bit too much egg nog." She laughed. "Merry Christmas, Peter. I know you usually say no, but you are always welcome to the nativity play tonight. The boys miss you."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mayflower1, post: 75599285, member: 132617"] "Come on, Peter, the town needs...wait, what?"George put his hand on the back of his head in humble surprise. "You are just giving this to us...I can't believe this...you have no idea what this is going to do for this town." He said astonished. Mrs. Orwell came in also, turtle doves in hand for the Christmas tree. "Margie, we need to go make cookies." Lots and lots of cookies!" Then strangely, George leaped out behind the desk, gave her a big kiss, and started piling toys in his own basket for their kids. Margie smiled in confusion at Peter, not hearing the news until later. "Okay then." She said, " "My husband has had a bit too much egg nog." She laughed. "Merry Christmas, Peter. I know you usually say no, but you are always welcome to the nativity play tonight. The boys miss you." [/QUOTE]
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