It was Christmas Eve, back in 1952. My grandmother was to give birth to her fourth child. My grandmother was getting ready for the new arrival; she scrubbed the floors, did the laundry, washed the dishes and bathed the three older children.
She tucked the children into bed and, of course, they played around since they were all in one big bed. She had to get them into bed because there was no more firewood to heat the house, and she put the last log in the woodstove.
The children continued to play, and all of a sudden the door swung open. Foof! The cold air billowed into the small house. By this time, my grandmother was also in bed and couldnt get out of bed because the baby was close to being born.
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