I love Christmas. I love the colors. I love the carols. I love all the ways it makes causes my kids's eyes to sparkle. Sure, much of that twinkle is because they're likely dreaming of brand new toys or shiny new devices, repeating the very things that I did at their age. But it's still light and it's still wonder.
As I've gotten older, I've realized how…
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