RemoteUser
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I admit that I took advantage of a slow work day to fuss over my girl, who seems to have caught a nasty bug. I admit that fussing over my girl and chatting with her all day long, made this one of the best Christmas Eves I've ever had. I admit that she's the best Christmas present ever. Now if only she were under the tree, instead of back in Arizona! I admit my son will not go to sleep for another hour or two. This will be the first Christmas that Santa hasn't bought him something to do with Winnie the Pooh. (He keeps asking for old toys to be replaced, the kind made for toddlers; and while his obsession is Edward Bear, sooner or later he has to be weaned from it. It's been a long process. Hopefully he still enjoys what he's getting!) I admit there are maybe one or two things I'd like for Christmas, but they aren't objects, and they can only come from my girl. Otherwise, I'm not particular.
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