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Perfect Christmas.

The snow hung around until the rains hit last night, making the whole week leading up to yesterday morning's festivities post-card perfect. J absolutely loved everything about the whole process - even more so than when she was four. Every fiber in her being thrummed with excitement at seeing Christmas lights, opening the advent calendar every day, wrapping gifts for others, admiring the tree, and now playing with her presents. She is wearing her outfit from last night - she was so tired when we got home from my brother's, we just put her in bed as-is. All I see of her is a blur of hair and a bright-red Christmas shirt covered with a Flacco jersey floating by on a Razor scooter. Again and again around the house. And then there's the occasional comment.

"Mommy, I know how Santa stays warm in his sleigh."

Really? How?

"Magic!"

I think that about says it all.