When I came downstairs tonight after wrapping gifts for three hours, my daughter suggested I get a better attitude about Christmas. “One day you’ll be gone, and we’ll say remember when Mom hated Christmas.”

For the record, I don’t hate everything about it. I love how the four-year-old comes into our room as soon as he wakes up in the morning, and I love how when I came home at three today, the house was full of big kids and little kids. And then the moment this morning when two munchkins were decorating the tree…


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