Author(s)

Anne Bardsley

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

12-23-2018

Abstract

It was Christmas Eve of 1958, and I was 6 years old. I'd woken up in the dark to pull up my covers closer. The wind was howling, and the tree branches smacked against my window. "Dear God, please don't let Santa freeze tonight," I prayed. I prayed for everything.

Keywords

Erma Bombeck, humor writing, Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, University of Dayton


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