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Once upon a time there was a small girl named Luchia Grace. Everyone called her Lucy Gray. It was the first day of December and she was sitting at her desk writing her letter to Santa. She thought hard about what she should ask for. She stared at the sparkly silver ornament hanging on the tree by her window and thought. And thought.... and thought. She couldn't think of anything special that she wanted Santa's elves to make for her. Then she remembered the beautiful charm bracelet her cousin Rivoli had showed her. Rivoli collected charms and she had 2 bracelet full of them. Lucy Gray wanted something she could collect too, something of her very own. Snow globes! She thought as she quickly wrote it on her letter. That will be perfect, she thought, This year I will start my collection!
Lucy Gray mailed her letter the next day. The following Saturday they hung the holly, made cookies and put up the tree. On December 19th she saw the Nutcracker and loved it. She decided next year she'd ask for the ballet shoes the Sugar Princess wore when she danced so gracefully.
Christmas day finally came and Lucy Gray was so excited to open her presents! She saw a gold and emerald wrapped gift under the tree.  She opened it quickly, lifted the box.... and found a gorgeous snow globe! Inside was a ballerina that looked just like the Sugar Plum Princess in the Nutcracker. The base of the globe was gold with Luchia Grace Bennett etched in cursive in the middle. When she shook it pink glitter and white snow swirled around the dancer and fell softly. Lucy couldn't have asked for anything better. But the next night....

To be continued.

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