Christmas Eve has come to the Dismal River valley...
Delmonico sees that they have hung their stockings on the mantle before leavin'. Delmonico goes to the barn and gets some balin' wire and fixes the hole in Trinity's. 
<<Arthor's note: That was Trinity's "good" sock.
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The noise from Slim's toy wakes Irish who wuz nappin in the Barn<-Arthur's Note -Sleeping it off ->
Irish grabs his Sharps and sights down the barrel, the gun bucks and roars. Irish sees a 'D' fall off the Blue Plate but it doesn't slow down. ...
Entering the ranch yard, Trinity sees this and suddenly feels sorry for the poor Germans and wonders why they always seem to be targeted for shootings while visiting this country.
Inside the house, Trinity runs into the living room, to the Tree and is very happy to see all of the gifts that have been left him. He also finds his sock has been mended with baling wire. "Mebbe this tahm it won' wair out so quickly!" He then removes his boots and hangs the other two socks on the mantle in the hopes that Santa will make a return visit and mend these. The room is filled with a strange odor as the heat from the fire evaporates the sweat.
While sitting quietly in front of the fire in his new night shirt while his regular clothes stand in the corner, he notices another package in the opposite corner of the room. He goes to it and finds that it is addressed to him from litl rooster. Trinity smiles warmly and opens it to find an interesting pair of spectacles that look like shotgun shells. After years of drinking his own brew, he has very little memory left and doesn't recognize them. Thinking that they are glasses to prevent snowblindness in Newbrasskey, Trinity goes outside and tries them on.
Suddenly, he is pitched once again into a dark cave, but there is a light at the very end. He runs off of the porch to get to it and slips in the snow. Slowly he gets back up and sees that there is only a little further to run, so he takes off at breakneck speed, slipping every third step. Somehow he misses the brush at the edge of the yard and ends up on the stage road and runs and runs. Again, he begins to panick because the end is not nearing! As he tires, he comes to a full stop and leans against his knees to breath. Only he has not stopped. He is still moving, but his legs are not moving. Trinity smiles as he thought it would never be possilble, but his dream of a moving sidewalk must have been invented. Trinity stands straight up, proudly because he wants everyone to see him when he comes out of the tunnel. He is sure that no one has ridden the sidewalk yet for fear of the unknown and that he is the first. Maybe they will call it Trinity's Moving Sidewalk.
He stands and stares at the tunnel opening, and stares, and stares, and stares. "This shore is takin' a long tahm!"
Suddenly, the sidewalk stops moving and Trinity is standing still. He looks around and realizes that he must have come to a juncture in the cave because in each direction that he looks, he can see an opening. "Ah shore wish they would put a lahght in this hair tunnel! Mebbe ain' no one ridden this thang, so they ain' lit it just yet."
Trinity steps to exit the tunnel on the left. When the sidewalk still does not move he begins to jump up and down. That's when he heard the loud crack followed by several more cracks. At that moment, Trinity fell and the glasses came off revealing that he was not in a tunnel, but in the middle of the frozen river. Each effort he made to bring himself back to the edge caused more cracking until he finally broke through and beneath the surface. Several seconds later a large cube of ice with Trinity firmly frozen inside, floated back to the surface and bobbed. The "
Light at the End of the Tunnel Shooters Glasses" (® Litl' Rooster) lay on the ice.
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