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… when she was young. On Christmas eve, her father, who always worked late, would arrive home early with presents. Her mother busy in the kitchen as always. Her siblings already gone to sleep. Jane was the oldest of the three. It had it’s up’s and down’s. On one hand, she liked being able to boss them around. But on the other she hated the fact that she had to be a rolemodel for the them. Jane was seventeen at the time and was planning to move to the city with her boyfriend. Her brother, David was fourteen, already on the adolescence stage. Her other brother John was nine and still believed in Santa Clause. The next day Jane was going ice-skating with her brothers. She wanted to go alone, because the skating was just an excuse to go meet her boyfriend. But her mother insisted that she took her brothers with so the smooching had to wait. She had told them not to go too far on the ice but David wanted to show off. Then the inevitable happened. The ice was to thin and David was simply to heavy for it. It broke and David sunk like a rock. She went as close as she could and she tried to pull him up but she just fell in with him. The stinging cold was…. really cold but somehow she managed to swim up. She couldnt climb up however because it was to slippery. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up. It was Santa.

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