birds and growing flowers in the springtime. She knew that Mama was a good cook but that it made Grandma feel important to handle the cooking, so she stayed out of the kitchen most of the time. She knew that Mama took care of the laundry and sewing and some of the housekeeping and most of the outdoor chores and that Mama was kind and good and sometimes stern. Finally she thought of something she hadnât told him.
âMama used to have the prettiest smile,â she said as he parked the car near a grove of ponderosa pine trees. âBut after Daddy died, it just seemed to go away.â
âThatâs understandable.â
âI prayed that God would give Mama her smile back,â Lucy confessed as they got out of the car. âFor Christmas.â
George had a real thoughtful look as he reached for his pipe. âMaybe Godâs going to answer that prayer for you.â
âYou know what?â She felt a rush of excitement.
âWhat?â
âIâd rather have Mamaâs smile back than a pony.â
George looked shocked. âNo kidding?â
âItâs true.â She nodded eagerly.
That night the Christmas tree, which reached clear to the ceiling, was in place. âIâve never seen a Christmas tree quite like this one.â George touched a long-needled bough. âBut I think it might be the most beautiful tree ever.â
âItâs certainly the biggest tree this house has ever seen,â Mama told him.
âIt didnât look that tall in the woods.â
She shook her head. âI know I wonât have enough ornaments to fill it.â
âWe can make some more,â Lucy suggested.
âWe can string popcorn,â Grandma told her.
âYes!â Lucy exclaimed. âLetâs do that now.â
âNot tonight, we wonât,â Mama said. âItâs already past Lucyâs bedtime.â
Lucy groaned.
âWeâll do it tomorrow night,â Mama said gently.
âThat reminds me,â Veronica said suddenly. âTomorrow night is the Christmas dance. Remember, George? You promised to take me.â
âWhat?â George frowned. âI donât recall makingââ
âRemember, we saw the poster in town,â she reminded him.
âGeorge didnât promise,â Lucy pointed out. âHe only said heâd think about it.â
âOh, please, George,â Veronica pleaded. âTake me to the Christmas dance, Iâm begging you. Please. â
âThat must be the grange dance,â Grandma said. âThey have it every year.â
âI remember hearing about a Christmas dance up north somewhere, in a barn as I recall,â Mrs. Dorchester said. âHorrible tale about how the whole place caught on fire and everyone was trapped inside. Nearly half the town was burned to death, and just before Christmas.â
âOh, dear!â Mamaâs brows lifted.
âGood heavens!â Grandma let out a loud sigh that sounded like fussbudget to Lucyâs ears.
âWell, thatâs silly,â Veronica told her. âPeople donât die at dances.â
âJust the same, you wonât catch us going to any Christmas dance at a grange.â Mrs. Dorchester grimly shook her head. âNo, sirree. Now, come on, Fred, itâs time you and I turned in for the night. My back is starting to ache something fierce.â
âTime for me to call it a day too,â Grandma said. âIâll say my good-nights now.â
âAnd so will Lucy.â Mama put a hand on Lucyâs shoulder, guiding her out.
âGood night, everyone, sleep tight,â Lucy called out, refraining from adding âdonât let the bedbugs biteâ like she sometimes did, since she knew Mama wouldnât approve. Not with paying guests in the house.
It wasnât until Lucy had finished quickly saying her prayers and was tucked snugly in bed that she knew she had
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