Besides Sundays, of course, Christmas Eve is like the holiest day of the century. Families get together and celebrate the holiday while anticipating Christmas Day. In the middle of the afternoon, light snow was falling outside the house and automobile horns could be heard.
"They've arrived!" As she sprinted to the window, Gracie yelled. She looked outside and saw the car light turned off. "It is James, Henry, and Kelvin. They are all here!" She continued to scream.
"Really? James is here?" As she walked up to the window, Jessie had a pan of cookies in her hand. She gave Gracie the pan. "Go on. Eat it with milk. Tell Mary to prepare some for you."
"I am not a child, you know?" Grace took hold of the pan.
"Well, if you don't want it, we can give it to people who do."
