That next Christmas eve (1864), snow was beginning to fall all over New England. In the city of Hartford, a few flakes were falling ever so gently on the green lawn of the Applegate farm. The family was leaving for church and George Applegate told his wife, “I'm sorry to disappoint you, Zelda, but I won't be going with you to church tonight.”
“But, George, I know how you feel, but couldn't you go along for the children's sake?'
“No, Zelda, I couldn't. I'd feel like a hypocrite. And besides, the children are old enough to understand. I mean, it's not like they're in the pageant again this year. No, I’ll just stay here by the fire and read my newspaper.”
“Well, if you insist.” She finished bundling up the children and they headed for the family wagon.
As from his large picture window he watched them pull away in the wagon, he noticed that the snowfall started to pick up and become more furious. He settled into his nice comfortable armchair with his newspaper in hand. But just then, he heard a thudding sound. He looked up startled, but didn't see anything, so went back to reading his paper. But then, there was another thud, and then another. Curious, he put his paper down, got up and went to the front door. He opened the door gradually and peaked out. To his surprise he saw, there on his front law, a flock of wild geese. They'd gotten caught in the burgeoning snow storm and in a desperate search for shelter, some of them had tried flying through his large picture window.
He couldn't let them freeze to death, he thought.
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