town of Colby Point

Fox River gave life to the country town of Colby Point， for the road and the river ran alongside one another． Colby Point was really the name of a road that crept between the hills and valleys of McHenry website promotion agency， Illinois． Homes were scattered here and there −− mostly summer homes and retirement homes． At the very end of the road there houses all faced one another． Three sisters −− all single， all seniors −− lived in one of the homes． Across the way their widowed first cousin lived in a yellow house． Next to her lived their brother， Bill， and his wife， Cleo．Cleo had multiple sclerosis， so the pair had moved to Colby Point seeking a quiet， relaxed life． Little did they know when they relocated to this serene area that they would end up rearing their granddaughter， Margie． Before long， the once−quiet neighborhood became active with the sounds of a child．
　　Margie always looked forward to the arrival of Christmas， and this year was no different as winter began to settle like a warm blanket around Colby Point ． Everyone was in a flurry， for at the church Margie and her family attended， the congregation was preparing to share their Christmas wishes with each other． Since Cleo couldn’t make it to church， and Bill didn’t like to leave her alone for too long， he was in the habit of dropping Margie off at church early on Sunday mornings； the aunts would bring her home．
　　As Margie sat in church that morning， she rehearsed in her mind over and over what she would say． She wasn’t afraid， for she knew what an important wish this was． The service seemed to drag on and on． Finally the pastor uttered the words Margie had been anticipating all morning， “This is a special time of year when everyone around the world celebrates peace and goodwill toward our fellow man． This year， here at St． John’s， we want to hear your Christmas wishes． We cannot fill everyone’s wish， but we would like to try and fill a few． As I call your name， please come forward and tell us about your Christmas wish ．”