Joshua ran in from day care and went straight to the tree. He ran back to where I was in the kitchen, jazz hand raised.
"That's a present, Mommy. You can't look."
"Oh. Is it a Christmas present?"
"Yeah, you can't see it."
"Not until Christmas."
"No, Mommy. It has to be snowing."
Well, here's to hoping for a white Christmas!
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