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At two o’clock in the morning, Mary Lou woke with a start. Strange colored lights danced on the ceiling. Fear gripped her. Her eyes followed the path to edges around the drapes. She gingerly made her way across the room and peeked outside, not knowing what to expect.

The dark sky blazed with color. She caught her breath and threw the drapes open. Amazing!

After fifteen minutes, she walked backward to sit on the bed and stare out the window in awe at the Northern Lights. This is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this in Denver. Eileen would love this. Wave after wave of color filled the sky. She laid her head on her pillow, all the time keeping her eyes on the window.

And then it was morning.

White light rays pierced the window, and Mary Lou knew she’d slept late. It must be noon. I might as well keep sleeping. There’s nothing to do but wait. But last night was incredible. I’ll never forget what I saw. She reached for her laptop to check her messages.

An email from Larry. “Hey, sis. We just wanted to thank you for the gifts.”

Mary Lou sighed. Bless Eileen. She delivered the gifts.

Larry continued, “Sharon loves the slippers. Bunnies are one of her favorite animals. She says you’re her favorite sister-in-law. Don’t tell Eileen. Oh, and thanks for the croaking frog. I didn’t know they could croak ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town.’ The boys got a laugh from that one. They say thanks for their model planes. We missed you for Christmas. Hurry home.

“One time I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.”

Mary Lou groaned. Larry, you are so annoying with your puns.

She replied, “Saw the Northern Lights this morning, and that’s no joke.”