In the spirit of the season....
When I was a wee thing Mary Boyd and I would get up at like three in the morning on Christmas, thinking it was a reasonable time for presents. So in response to our early excitement, mother dearest made us start sleeping with Lauren on Christmas Eve so we wouldn't break free and see what Santa left us. We added to the tradition though and we all wore Christmas socks every night when we went to sleep.
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