We’d put away all the Christmas decorations weeks before. We’d finally gotten our eighteen month old, John, to bed after several unsuccessful attempts and had collapsed, totally whipped. Meanwhile, he’d been entertaining himself rummaging quietly through a dresser drawer we’d thought inaccessible. After a few minutes, he toddled into the living room victorious dragging garland, an ornament in each hand, announcing, “Santa Claus is coming to town. I’ll be damned!”
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Love it! Some much needed Christmas cheer!🎄🎁💝
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Out of the mouths of babes :)
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And what a mouthhe had! I think he got it from me.
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A lovely read…
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Thanks
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Hahaha!!!!
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