A Christmas Story

I daresay some of you would consider mo a sontimental slob. Perhaps I am when it comes to Christmas. For Christmas to me is a time of merriment and good will of mistletoe and holly and Santa Claus!

The following story by Del Martin is reprinted from the December, 1956, issue of THE LADDER. The reason for rerunning the story is not for its particular literary merit, as the author will attest. But it is typical of the situation many Lesbians find themselves in at Holiday timo and after all, it is A CHRISTMAS STORY! --Editor.

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"There, that does it."

The handmado gold star glitterod from the top of the tros. Charlie clattered down from the chair. Suo snapped the switch.

The two girls stood back, arm in arm, to admire their first Christmas tree.

"It's beautiful," Sue murmured.

Charlie gave her a quick squeeze. Sho reached for a tiny package on the mantle and placed it on a lower limb of the tree.

"It may be small in size, but not in sentiment."

"How sweet of you, honey! What is it? When can I open it?"

With Sue this year Christmas would be like the ones she remembered as a child, Charlie thought. It had been years sinoo sho'd been at all excited about the holidays. They had been to her something to ondure rather than enjoy. But Sue's enthusiasm and child-like anticipation were efforvescent and Charlie was actually becoming a reformed Sorooge.

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