A Christmas story;
One of my first gifts was a fabulous fuzzy panda bear. I had that panda until I was eight years old, and then it simply disappeared. When I turned eighteen, it showed back up in my Christmas stocking. For all those years, it had been kidnapped and held by my Mother! As she tells the story, I had pretty much had worn ol’ Panda bare and she had taken him to protect him. No matter what story is true, my eighteenth Christmas was a truly special one.
Santa is on the move!
Merry Christmas and God bless y’all.
