A short story by Helen Austin.
Home for Christmas
“Oh no, it is blizzarding? If it keeps this up, we won’t be able to go home for Christmas,” wailed Anne, a young housewife, as she stared out the window at the freezing snow blowing across the barren prairie of northern Montana.
“Mommy is this cookie pretty?” asked her enthusiastic little girl as she held up a piece of cookie dough slightly resembling a bell.
“Oh, that IS pretty,” answered her mother, trying to show interest in spite of the storm and her worry regarding it. She turned back to her baking.
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