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It was just after the fourth of July that my twin sister Grace and I were playing on the beach near Grandparents' house. The sky was as clear as the water. I saw Mum coming toward us with her camera and a Santa's hat.
"I'm glad Mum's taking our Christmas picture now, so we don't have to get it done at a studio this year, " Grace said.
The Christmas picture is a big deal in our house. Mum prints the photo on the Christmas cards. Mum says that sharing her"angels" at Christmas is one of her greatest holiday joys. In fact, in the year we were born, Mum dressed us to look like angels and stuck feathery wings to our backs. Grace and I, in every Christmas photo, tried to smile as we stood uncomfortably in scratchy (扎人的) dresses. It's a little embarrassing when our family and friends talk about it every year.
When Mum printed last year's photo and I saw the expression on my face, I said, "Next time, maybe ▲ so our smiles look real. "
"We're always happy in our bathing suits at the beach, " Grace pointed out.
So Mum agreed to try a beach photo this year. That's why we were there.
After a while, Grandpa came over. "What are you girls up to?"
"Making a snowman for the photo, "I said.
I had an idea. I asked Grandpa to lie in the sand, "Come on, Grace. Let's cover him!"
"Bottle caps for buttons(纽扣) and sticks for arms, " said Grace.
We made sand around Grandpa's head and his body. He made a fine"snowman".
"Mum, come quick!" I said.
But before Mum could take the picture, Grandpa jumped up and shouted, running to ward the sea. Mum laughed and took a picture of that, but it was not the picture we were hoping for!
I felt a raindrop. "It looked like another year of scratchy dresses with smiles not true, " disappointedly I threw myself back onto the wet sand. It felt scratchy against my sunburned back, like those holiday dresses. Then I began to plow the sand with my arms and legs, just like doing star jumps lying down.
"Mum, come look!"I shouted.
"A sand angel! Good idea, Caroline!" She took a photo. Grace threw on the Santa hat and lay next to me. Our arms and legs moved up and down. "Keep going. Great! I got it!" said Mum. She smiled with pride…
We finished our Christmas cards the day after Thanksgiving that year. Below the photo, I wrote, "Smiling Angels in the Snow!"