Each time I celebrate Christmas with my little ones, I try to cherish it as much as possible.
I know all to well that before I even know what happened they will be teenagers rolling their eyes at me and telling me I embarrass them or how uncool I am.
But for now, I can honestly just look at them and smile at how a simple toy, book or piece of candy can bring a big smile to their faces.
This year was no different. My boys, Matthew, 7, and John, 4, spent Christmas Eve day asking me when Santa was going to arrive, while they helped me bake and frost sugar cookies for Santa. They also asked wha...
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