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"And what's this picture's story?" Aaron asked, Holding up a framed photo of a much younger Alexander, who was missing both his front teeth.
"Oh, that's a good one." George chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Does everyone want to hear it?"
John, Herc, Gilbert, Thomas, and the three Schuyler sisters all nodded in agreement, While Alexander looked horrified.
"Alright, It was a cold day, a few weeks before Christmas...
"George! Martha! My teacher at school taught me a new song!" Six-year-old Alexander bounded around his adopted parents, always the endless ball of energy. "Do you want to hear it? Do you?"
"Sure Buddy, we'll hear it." George replied, trying to keep up with the boy's antics.
"Okay!" Alexander puffed out his chest and began to sing. "All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth. All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth, and then I can wish you a Merry Christmas!"
"Very nice!" Martha applauded.
Little Alexander then grew serious. "Do you think my teeth will come in for Christmas? I miss them."
"We'll have to see, son. It's impossible to predict such things."
"But sure enough, on that Christmas morning, Alexander rushes into our bedroom and screeches that his teeth are coming in." George finished. "And they were, you could just barely see the white tips poking through his gums."
"Aww," Eliza said. "So he got his wish after all."
"Yep! Even though it did take some time for the teeth to fully come in."
Alexander's face was as red as his hair. "Can we take a break from putting together these albums?"
"Sure." George replied. "Anyone up for some hot chocolate?"