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Because, when I’m not looking, he makes our daughter a Christmas suit out of foil wrapping paper and dresses her in it.

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And then, suitably attired, they sit down for cocoa with marshmallows and smashed candy canes, and when I say to myself, this is golden, it is true both literally and figuratively. And my heart shimmers like her Christmas Suit, and life is good.

He gives me this. This is better than the bounty of a thousand Santas.

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