The children finally retired to their dormitories around 12:00AM. Myself and t


Silently we crept through the night, more out of fear of waking the cow; one wrong move and her bellowing could wake the village.

The stockings the children made weeks earlier were carefully filled with sweeties and a stuffed animal. Everything was arranged perfectly for the following morning.
A few minor scares - rustling from the dormitories, the cow shifting in its sleep - caused small delays as we all froze in nervous anticipation of being discovered. But scares are all they were and Christmas was successfully delivered.
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