
Tree up and trimmed. Check.
Gingerbread people made. Check.
Presents wrapped and hidden away for the hotly anticipated morning. Check.
Cards written. Check. Well, some cards written, so half a check.
And the stockings were laid by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Well, by the fire escape, but who's keeping track.
Sweet M is nine and she still believes in Santa. That's one of the side benefits of having a child who has that certain sweetness . . . who generally believes. And we so believe in her.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
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