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Anne is reading
Prayers from the Ark by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold, translated by Rumer Godden
Give me time to eat.
Give me time to plod.
Give me time to sleep.
Give me time to think.
Holly is reading
Kirsten's Surprise by Janet Shaw
The next time Kirsten peeked over the edge of the blanket all she could see was white. Snow swirled up from the fields like spray blown from the tops of waves. Drifts shifted and moved as Blackie stepped along. Papa's beard was filled with snow, his mustache was white with it. His eyes were blue slits under his snow-caked eyebrows.
Lily is reading
Harold at the North Pole by Crockett Johnson
Give me time to plod.
Give me time to sleep.
Give me time to think.
Holly is reading
Kirsten's Surprise by Janet Shaw
The next time Kirsten peeked over the edge of the blanket all she could see was white. Snow swirled up from the fields like spray blown from the tops of waves. Drifts shifted and moved as Blackie stepped along. Papa's beard was filled with snow, his mustache was white with it. His eyes were blue slits under his snow-caked eyebrows.
"Where's the road, Papa?" Kirsten asked.
Lily is reading
Harold at the North Pole by Crockett Johnson
He wondered how the moon would look on top of a Christmas tree, as an ornament.
It looked fine over the tree. And the tree also looked fine under the moon.
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