It begins with cookies. Every single year.
On Christmas Eve we gather in the kitchen amidst the turmoil of last minute preparations and kids high on anticipation.
Tonight they’ll prepare a plate for Santa, place it delicately on the end table, right next to the fireplace — the one we no longer use because of the smoke.

Tomorrow morning they’ll marvel at the crumbs
their eyes full of dreams & wonderment.

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