More snow had fallen in the night. The backyard, from Nicky's bedroom window, was a perfect blanket of white. He raced downstairs to find the Christmas tree surrounded with presents, and Grandma Tutti drinking coffee in the kitchen. He gave her a giant hug. “Merry Christmas!” he whispered, as he knew his parents were still sleeping. “Merry Christmas!” she whispered back. “Why are you whispering?” “I don't want to wake up Mom and Dad.” “In this big house!” Tutti said. “You could beat on pots and pans and no one would hear. Help me finish my coffee cake, and then come open a present I bought you ….”Nicky spent the morning opening presents—new shoes for lacrosse, a book of American short stories, a new set of charcoals for drawing and, from Clarence, a paisley necktie. “For that Snow Ball thing of yours,” Clarence said. “So you look sharp.” Nicky's parents were now standing near the tree smiling as he opened his last present from them. It looked like a CD.
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