Narrator: What he heard, it wasn’t sad. Well, this noise was quite merry. It sounded like people, lots of people, making him wary. He stared down Whistler Lane, and Cole widened his eyes. Then he blinked, for what he saw was a stunning surprise. Up ahead, on the right, was his house lit in green, the brightest house of all houses he ever had seen. And one by one, along the cul-de-sac, they stood hand in hand, the loving people of Kringle, next to a large marching band. And they sang, and they cheered, and they stood in Christmas glory, and right in the middle of it all, the girl of his heart,
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