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A Reflection on Christmas Morning

Sitting on the floor surrounded by torn wrapping paper, scattered bows, and half-assembled toys, G. glances at the clock and realizes it is just after 12:00.  A. is running around the room with uncontrolled excitement, carrying his new remote controlled Lightning McQueen and asking for batteries.  All the while, E. is sucking on the muzzle… Continue reading A Reflection on Christmas Morning