Finally, short on sleep, we celebrated one last time over a delicious breakfast with Mom, Dad and Nana. Gifties and quiet conversation, followed by our tired selves heading home again, home again. Thank you, folks, for allowing us to rest our heads in your abode.“Will it be Christmas tomorrow?” “No, Mateo, not tomorrow. Christmas is a special time that happens once a year. It will be Christmas again in one year.” He cried.
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