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By: Matthew John Meagher Snow falls from a sunless sky. The aroma of bold brewed coffee wafts through the door to my room. I twist the knob on my radio. There’s always a game on. As I adjust the knob to the sports station, my little sister Peggy bursts into the room wearing her pajamas and carrying her ragged yellowed blanket. “He’s coming,” she yells. “Santa is coming tonight!” Part of my duties as an older brother is to keep my baby sister happy. It’s an easy job. Some of my friends have little sisters and they’re annoying. But I like being around Peggy. She’s kind and confident. She’s only five but acts older. One thing that keeps her a kid is her torn and tattered blanket. She always drags it with her. It was a gift from Mom when she was barely walking. Gifts from Mom are the best. I love baseball, and last Christmas she saved up all year to buy me a new Sandy Colfax glove. She always finds a way to make us smile. Peggy jumps on my bed to get me up. “OK, OK,” I sa...
