My husband and I made sure the list was completed.
Christmas morning, the day after all the festivities with our families, my daughter and I sat at our dining table in our pajamas to create some art. My son was in his baby seat sucking on something - at six months old he sucked on everything - and my daughter pulled out all her art supplies. She was always drawing something back then. As she colored, I drew a stick figure wearing a red and white Christmas hat, whipping at reindeer as it stood on a sled flying across the sky. I wrote Merry Christmas 2007 at the bottom and showed it to everyone. By "everyone" I mean my daughter who loved everything and anything I drew, my son who stare out the window while trying to lick the paint off some plastic toy, and my husband who was asleep on the couch. We were taking turns napping during those days.
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