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The Night the Sleigh Stole My Daughter
Some mornings I wake up feeling like I’ve been robbed. Not by burglars… not by raccoons… By Christmas elves. I went to bed exhausted, the normal kind of mid November exhausted where you swear you’re going to “slow down and enjoy the season,” and then immediately start scrubbing dried hot chocolate off the cabinet because…
Crumbs and Chaos 