I tucked the baby up snug in her bed about thirty minutes ago. Ruth and I are sitting at the kitchen table behind matching (paper) plates of hot dogs, Kraft dinner, and Ore Ida fries.
Life is good.
Ruth says, "Guess what my favorite thing about Christmas is!"
Mom: Santa!
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Christmas Songs!
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Presents?
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: The tree.
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Lights!
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Baking cookies?
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Rudolph!
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Elves??
Ruth: Nope.
Mom: Okay, maybe you should tell me.
(drum roll please)
Ruth: My favorite thing about Christmas is the way all the people come together.
Then she looks at me with her trademark smile and takes another bite of her hot dog.
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