Last night, after reading to Stella and turning out her light, I was lying next to her in bed, giving her a back rub when she said, very seriously, "Mom, Christmas isn't about love."
"Sure it is," I said, looking at her narrow back, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. "It's about love and family and being thankful."
"No," she said matter-of-factly. "It's about presents."
Oh dear.
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She's pragmatic! Merry Christmas!
At least she's honest. And my son would tend to agree with her.
Sigh.
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