We hunted Christmas trees.
We decorated to the nines.
We talked about the true meaning of Christmas, although I will admit that most conversations ended with declarations that we needed to make a Happy Birthday cake for Jesus (that we would eat for him of course), but were deeply influenced by the promise of Santa and the bounty of his generosity.
We anticipated and prepared.
And the patience and deference to threats of lists with the names of naughty little girls was heeded, with a mighty pay off in the end.
And in the end, the magic of the holidays was spent with wonder, love and snuggles.
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