Christmas is tricky. I had a lot of magical moments as a kid. Cookies for Santa would disappear on cue. Mom and Dad gave un an annual ritual. Cinnamon rolls and cocoa for breakfast. Our hallway would be blocked off so the herd of 7 children couldn't do any damage until Dad put on his "Singer's Unlimited Christmas" album.
As we all got older and life was infinitely more complicated, the feelings around the pile of presents evolved.
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