Then I got a gift a pair of Cowboy guns and holster. My spirits perked up. Still sick but in a much better mood. Then one evening a man came visiting whom I had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my guns drawn. He promised to return a later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better. The spirit of Christmas was in the air again. Oh! How I love this festive season of the year. Soon come the day that I was to be discharged the man had not returned with the picture of me. I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up. I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. May be I would never see the man who took the picture of me again. Then I would never see how I looked? Howevera, remember this is Christmas just as I remove my hands from my eyes the man came rushing in, waving my picture over his head. I love it! I look great! I was overjoyed. I Remember Christmas https://www.marabuntaenterprise.com/
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