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“It turns out that I'd forgotten all about the other half of praying for silence. In my bid for quiet, I'd forgotten to ask for peace. The saying went 'peace and quiet' for a reason. Never again would I neglect the want for peace. Silence was no good without it.”
― Madam President: "This is not a drill."
― Madam President: "This is not a drill."
“Stephanie lifted her head and gave Joy a look of warning that belied the pain simmering just underneath the surface. “Because he’s Erin’s. He’s hers. And, yes, I’ve accepted a lot of her hand-me-downs in my life, but I draw the line at hand-me-down husbands. She and I, we had a pact. We don’t share men, period.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
“The old man’s blue eyes opened and made contact with the doctor’s.
From somewhere, deep inside Dr. Hershey’s mind, the remnants of the little boy he used to be bubbled to the forefront as he stared at a hero. “Santa,” he whispered with reverence.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
From somewhere, deep inside Dr. Hershey’s mind, the remnants of the little boy he used to be bubbled to the forefront as he stared at a hero. “Santa,” he whispered with reverence.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
“As his gaze landed on the man on the gurney, Dr. Hershey’s eyes began to unexpectedly well up with tears. He moved forward, his hand coming to rest on the patient’s forearm.
The old man’s blue eyes opened and made contact with the doctor’s.
From somewhere, deep inside Dr. Hershey’s mind, the remnants of the little boy he used to be bubbled to the forefront as he stared at a hero. “Santa,” he whispered with reverence.
Santa mouthed something, but the oxygen mask, along with his weakness, made him impossible to hear.
Mrs. Claus stepped forward. “He said, Jacob Hershey, always on the nice list.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
The old man’s blue eyes opened and made contact with the doctor’s.
From somewhere, deep inside Dr. Hershey’s mind, the remnants of the little boy he used to be bubbled to the forefront as he stared at a hero. “Santa,” he whispered with reverence.
Santa mouthed something, but the oxygen mask, along with his weakness, made him impossible to hear.
Mrs. Claus stepped forward. “He said, Jacob Hershey, always on the nice list.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
“Jacob nodded. “I think I’m cursed.”
“Not cursed,” Santa said. “Just incredibly unlucky.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus
“Not cursed,” Santa said. “Just incredibly unlucky.”
― The Miracle of Mrs. Claus





