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Just yesterday I told the kids I care for an elaborate tale of how Santa landed on my deck as a youth, and my grandpa and dad met Santa. We were in the basement at the time, putting on the Christmas play for Grandma and Mom, when the sleigh bells rang and we heard a great racket that sounded like hooves on the deck above.
Oh, we fell for it hard.
I didn't tell the girls that, but needless to say, they were quite impressed that I had been so close to seeing Santa.
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