“Of course I am. And with more reason too,” Martha Morse told him. “You’ll have fifty more Christmases in your life probably. But I won’t. And the chance to lift my voice to the Lord in the old Christmas hymns, with my neighbors and friends around me in the peace of a Christmas service, is more precious than you can understand at your age. But Christmas, Ronnie, is something in your heart. It’s a feeling that doesn’t go with anger and hatred. And my heart’s got to be clean and ready for Christmas. It’s going to be as clean as this lighthouse, Ronnie. I can’t even be angry with you, child.”
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