“It was the morning of Christmas Day, and little Phosy knew it in every cranny of her soul. She was not of those who had been up all night, and now she was awake, early and wide, and the moment she awoke she was speculating. He was coming to-day --- how would he come? Where should she find the baby Jesus? And when would he come? In the morning, or the afternoon, or in the evening? Would everybody be gathered to meet him, or would he show himself to one after another, each alone? ... She crept out of the room and down the stair. ... She would search everywhere, and if she did not find him, would then sit down in the hall and wait for him...”
~George MacDonald
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