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Ahhhh.....we survived

The Christmas craziness is past, the year is almost gone, and I am looking forward to everything the new year is going to bring. We celebrated Christmas with my family this year and it was a time that recaptured the magic of Christmas' past. My three year old nephew has finally grasped the whole concept of Santa Clause and Christmas morning. He woke up bright and early to see if Santa had remembered to bring him Thomas and the Smelting Pot. He was almost jumping with excitement while we waited for Uncle D to wake up. My sister and her husband had set out a plate with cookie crumbs and a glass with just the remainder of milk on the coffee table. The little guy was thrilled with it all. I haven't had that much fun on a Christmas morning in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the family traditions of Christmas and I look forward to spending the holidays with loved ones. But this Christmas reminded me of when my sister and I used to stay up all night, waiting to hear Santa's bells on the roof (provide by my uncle), too excited to sleep.

Now we are back at home, with loot we will have to sort through and find a place for. We also have seven days that we get to just spend with each other and no one else.

That is my favorite Christmas prize.

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