As Christmas draws ever near, I can’t help but think back to one of my favorite memories from last year.
I was goofing around with a remote control Hot Wheels based on the Tumbler from the recent Batman movies (someone knows me very well). The cats were going particularly insane at the thing; I think because it was about the size and speed of a mouse. They got so fixated on it that they failed to notice each other and collided in the center of Georgia’s playroom.
Georgia, who was one year old at the time, was so delighted at the spectacle, she ran to the center of the room and started dancing with all her might. It was then that I realized the best Christmases involve dancing and getting a few bumps and bruises.
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