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An Old-Fashioned Christmas Eve.
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At this moment I awoke and felt some one pulling at my
shoulder. I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw the same
peasant whom I had seen in my dream leaning over me. There he
was with the red cap down over his ears, a big fur coat over his
arm, and a pair of big eyes looking fixedly at me.
" You must be dreaming," he said, " the perspiration is standing in big drops on your forehead, and you were sleeping as heavily as a bear in his lair I God's peace and a merry Christmas to you, I say, and greetings to you from your father and all yours up in the
