Why is it that even though I have read it to my class upteen thousand times, I still get this gargantuan lump in my throat and can barely finish reading it aloud every single year?
Everyone had been waiting all this time for the Herdmans to do something absolutely unexpected. And sure enough that was what happened. Imogene Herdman was crying. In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. She just sat there- awful old Imogene- in her crookedy veil, crying...
... as if she had just caught onto the idea of God and the wonder of Christmas.
And I guess if you have caught on to the idea of God and the wonder of Christmas...then you know just why there is a gargantuan lump for the upteenth time.
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