Monkey and Owen’s Christmas Secret

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place. Not a creature was

stirring except a small, fuzzy face. For I, Monkey,

was perched on a chair. With Uncle Justin in mind, I had a story to

share. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes all the

cousins soon would be there. And Owen lay dreaming in a cozy, warm bed,

with sleigh bells and snowflakes filling his head. Now, Owen,

you see, is a curious little one, with questions of wonder and thoughts

full of fun. He wonders how Aunt Carol can hug him so tight, and why Uncle Dave's