Little did I know as a rosy-cheeked 5-year-old that the picture my dad would snap of me standing in front of a Christmas tree would one day become the stuff of legend. Perhaps I should have known better. After all, the picture wasn’t just any picture, it was an epic picture. Standing tall in yellow and blue footed pajamas with sparkling eyes as big as saucers and mouth wide open, I somehow managed to produce the biggest and boldest expression of Christmas excitement imaginable in that moment. Seriously, my face was the definition of Christmas joy. [read more…]
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