The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.


Prairie Christmas (ed. 1960)


The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.