tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460774047984761054.post8738542191317697698..comments2022-11-06T06:48:20.446-06:00Comments on Write Integrity Press: Intruders and Wash Baskets - My Favorite Christmas MemoryMarji Laine - Faith Driven Fictionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08863807987324920493noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460774047984761054.post-87775220575959999242012-12-03T16:45:57.076-06:002012-12-03T16:45:57.076-06:00Hey, Joan! That's my grandmother's story! ...Hey, Joan! That's my grandmother's story! ;-D She was born in 1896 near St. Louis. Before Christmas, her older brother would be excused from dinner early to meet his friends. Then they'd hear rattling in the locked parlor. When they found the key and got in, they discovered Saint Nicholas had left a fully decorated tree and escaped through the open window. In fact, they had just missed him, as proved by the movement of the curtains and a bit of holly on the windowsill. As they stood in the doorway exclaiming, in would come brother, who was scornful: "If I'd been here, I woulda caught him for sure!"Elsi Dodgehttp://www.rvtourist.com/blognoreply@blogger.com