Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for December 22, 1997

Transcript:

Val: I hate beoing grown up at Christmas. There's no one to put me in the spirit...but I have to make it happen for everyone else. I remember when Mom baked for days. Dad kept a fire going in the fireplace. The whole house smelled like cinnamon and cedar. Now there's a cold house and a family waiting for me to make Christmas happen. Holly and Alix: Surprise!