The First Christmas

Abigail looked up from her Bible. Rather than struggling to stay upright as it had for the last several hours, the flame on her candle stood tall. The wind had finally stopped. Abigail no longer heard snow attacking the canvas that covered the small windows of the sod house. She stood up, stretched her arms above her head, and added a log to the fire. Josiah’s gentle snoring could be heard from beneath the pile of blankets on his bed. There was silence from Bethy’s corner of the room. As usual, Charles’s deep rhythmic rumble assured Abigail that her husband was sleeping. She envied him; as soon as he lay down each night, he was sound asleep. A year ago, Abigail and her family were asleep in

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