And then, wait some more.
Was the plane on time? We werenâ€™t sure.
How bad were the roads between the airport near San Francisco and the sprawling ranch in the center of the Central Valley of California? We werenâ€™t sure.
Back then, still a child that could count my years with the fingers of two hands, I remember waiting. For that Christmas, many on my motherâ€™s side of the family were gathering at my grandparentsâ€™ magical ranch. The relatives from the distant land of Tennessee would be arriving for the celebrations. Or would they?
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