“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,” informed Clarence, second-class angel to George Bailey.                 “Is that true, Andy?” asked Linda, the five-year-old, never-does-anything-wrong, Queen of the House, brat sister of mine.                 I was in no mood to answer. Neither was my year younger, nine-year-old brother, Michael. We were still stewing …

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