A Christmas to Remember
      This story begins last December at my home in the Colorado mountains, where I was just finishing testing the new security and surveillance system. We had a mare about to foal, and I had installed extra surveillance cameras so that I could check on her condition frequently without having to bundle-up and drudge through the snow several times nightly.
It was just before dark, and I was about to go feed the horses when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door, and to my amazement and delight, Nikki, my adopted daughter, and a strawberry-blonde female friend stood huddled closely together as they tried to hide from the biting cold air. I quickly ushered them inside.
“What are you two doing up here” I asked as I took their suitcases.
Nikki giggled as she took her jacket off. “We’re on Christmas break, Jack”.
She had always called me “Jack”. All of my friends always have. Nikki knew she was adopted. She had always called me Jack, and I never had a problem with it. To me her way of keeping her individuality intact.
Realizing my impoliteness, I turned to take her friend’s jacket.
“What were you working on” Nikki asked. “We rang the doorbell twice”.
“Sorry about that” I said, as I turned and placed her coat into the closet, “I was testing some additions I made to the surveillance system”.
“Again”, she asked. “You’re always adding more to that thing. What now”
“Come and see” I said.
Nikki and Lydia followed me into my bedroom where the glow of the computer screen showed areas of every room in the house, the entry, the sides and back of the home exterior, and of the views from the new cameras in the stables.
“They’re all easily controlled by a joystick, plus they’re all color, and I can zoom in and out.” I said.
Why the stables” Nikki queried.
“Because we have a mare that will be giving birth soon.” I answered.
“Baby horses That is so cool!” Lydia said.
“It also keeps me from having to freeze myself at night to check on them” I said.
“Speaking of cool…” Nikki said as she turned and walked out of my room towards the fireplace to warm up.
I couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked. Nikki is a petite and curvaceous young lady of oriental-american birth. She stands about 5′1″ and weighs in at about 110lbs soaking wet.

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