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This is a Christmas story I've worked on over the years. It's an original, fictional story and I hope you enjoy it as I present it on a weekly basis. Underneath the Tree - A supernatural tale of Christmas Chapter One – "Homeward Bound" Interlude – Christmas 1988, 4:30 AM Drip. Drip! The sound was so quiet it was deafening. For minutes that seemed like years, I had listened for that sound. Please, oh, please let it start. I’d toss and turn in the bed just loud enough so the creaks would make their way into Mom and Dad’s room. They can’t still be sleeping – it must be five am already! Finally, I had enough of waiting – I leapt out of my bed and stomped on the floor. Surely that would get them up....Nothing! Frantic, I ran over to their bedroom. I didn’t know whether to cry or to yell or to poke. They HAD to get up. This was Christmas morning, and we must be the last family to wake up. I decided the "poke" method would work best. Dad would not budge, but Mom go...