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Christmas Cars
Christmas Cars
Christmas Cars
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Christmas Cars

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Tom Stewart enters the car decorating Christmas contest that his small town holds every year. He wants to buy his family some sweet Christmas gifts with the $500 dollar prize, but as he designs his car he discovers that even if his Christmas season isn't perfect he still has a lot of blessings.

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Release dateDec 2, 2011
ISBN9781466002135
Christmas Cars
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Emily Debenham

Emily Debenham grew up in the state of Utah where she attended Brigham Young University. She double majored in Latin and History teaching, and met her husband at a science fiction and fantasy writing group. She taught high school Latin for two years before she had a beautiful baby girl, who is now her full time job. She loves to read, write, cook, and sew.

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    Christmas Cars - Emily Debenham

    Christmas Cars

    By Emily Debenham

    Copyright © 2011 Emily Debenham

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    Christmas Cars

    Wet gobs of white foam dripped from the branches of our Christmas tree. Mom pulled the trigger of the fire extinguisher once more just for good measure. We stared at the mess. We had been in the kitchen when we smelled the smoke and heard the fire alarm go off. Mom had grabbed the extinguisher under the kitchen sink and high-tailed it to the living room where our Christmas tree was on fire.

    Now that the fire was out and the house was safe we looked at each other, trying to process the event.

    How did that happen? I asked.

    I noticed that the needles were a bit dry yesterday after school. I gave it a little water then. I guess it was already too late, Daniel said.

    Mom pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, as we stared at her waiting for an explanation. She closed her eyes to avoid our stares. You’re father always watered the tree, she said.

    So, are you going to tell him that the Christmas tree burned down the next time he calls? I asked.

    Dad would probably be upset. We had gone out to cut the down ourselves while dad was still home the week before Thanksgiving. It had taken us hours to find a tree that would fit in our living room. For the next

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