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A boy, age approximately ten years old was preparing the Christmas Dinner for his parents while they set up the dishes and forks. Soon, the three people sat down. "Let us toast for the tenth Christmas since we married and had this beautiful child." The father said. The boy smiled as the two adults raised the glasses of champagne and clinked them together. The boy stood up and walked over to the stove and got the cookies they ate every Christmas. He cut it and put the veggies on the side of the dish with a bit of butter on the other side for the meat which was on another dish. The boy walked over to the table, the platter in his hands as his parents groaned and slammed their heads on the smooth table, the champagne flowing out their mouths freely. The boy smiled and placed the platter on the table
"Merry Christmas, Mother and Father" Vincent said.
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Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale
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