Christmas.
A time of magic.
A time of believing.
A time.
Christmas.
Henry Collins sat in the last seat of the last row in Mrs. Zehr’s classroom. He hadn’t heard a thing she had said for several minutes. Henry sat rereading the note that Andy had passed to him. Glancing out the window (one of the good things about sitting in the last row), he watched the snow fall. Mrs. Zehr talked on and on. Right now, Henry really didn’t care. Christmas next week was much more important. Or it had been until he got Andy’s note
