I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know.

Santa waived to us from the stained glass window of his little log cabin and I smiled from ear to ear, holding the boys each in turn.

The lights were beginning to fade and the snow began to fall on The Grove as crowds gathered to feel snowflakes tickle their cheeks and settle in their wooly hats and scarves.

And the boys were happy.

Tonight it was Kristi's baby shower, the host making a quite spectacular effort with the secret preparations and I arrived home happy.

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