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Before all the cards are sent, the gifts wrapped and work parties attended, we’re in that magical in-between time when our tree is beautiful, our appetites normal, our social energy intact, and we can still stand Johnny Mathis. I’m the only one in this family who cares about Dixen the Elf anymore, faithfully moving him each night and exclaiming with over-the-top surprise upon discovering him each morning, a lonely soliloquy that rarely gets response. Sunny appears to have eaten our very first card of the year in an uncharacteristic move on her part, making her seem more and more like a real dog. Every few days Huck remembers last minute pertinent school needs (aluminum cans for a science project, canned goods for a food drive, a Santa hat for an orchestra concert) causing us to scramble frantically around town to preserve his status of Good Student. I can no longer keep track of the days or our Amazon deliveries; both keep coming and going without any warning. We light our Advent candle on the nights that we sit down at our table for dinner, Huck with the match and Troy with the words he used to read for a living back in New York. One night recently a mysterious secret Santa left us gifts and a love-note on our doorstep, making us feel like children as we happily tried to solve the mystery of how it happened. There are a few more parties to attend, students to teach, finals to take and shopping to do as we prepare to wrap up the school year and soon enter the last days of December with family in Kansas and friends in Fayetteville.

But just now on this early Friday morning my heart skipped a beat when I realized I’d forgotten to move the elf, as if Huck is a still a toddler whose days depend upon the search for this little red felt doll. And as I went to make Huck some tea, his new addiction that fits nicely with his old man persona, I discovered Dixen stuck in a glass vase high above the stove top. I’m pretty sure who’s responsible for this, but I choose to believe it’s a certain kind of Christmas miracle.

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Pappy T

December 15th, 2017

Ho… ho… ho…

Aunt Jeni

December 15th, 2017

I love seeing pictures to go with the stories I’ve heard of your holiday happenings. You haven’t mentioned Dixen at all though…what a wonderful magical addition to the holidays! XOXO

Shauntsies

December 15th, 2017

‘Tis the most wonderful time of the year …. !!!!!

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