He stumbles out of his room, the sleep still in his eyes, his footie pajamas shuffling softly on the carpet. I can barely contain my joy at what I know is about to happen. I’m waiting for the big present to register in his consciousness. He blinks three times, then stumbles faster toward the tree. He looks at me, his eyes lit up with wonder as he points at this fantastic thing Santa has brought him and he really believes. I want to bottle his Christmas Spirit in a jar and give it out in doses all through the year.

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