This year, I had planned something extra special. I wrapped tickets to The Nutcracker in gold paper and slid them under the tree, already imagining her face when she realized what they were. In the days leading up to Christmas, she was in constant motion, helping with decorations, narrating her thoughts aloud as if the house itself needed to hear them. While we hung ornaments, she asked, “How do Santa’s reindeer fly all night without getting tired? Even magical reindeer must need naps.”
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