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LAMB: Daddy hauled the old plastic Christmas tree out of the garage today. Your brother looked on, a little perplexed, while we put it up and unwrapped our collection of shabby, mismatched ornaments. You took a rather postmodern approach to tree decorating, adding up to four ornaments to a single branch and clumping similar looking items together, all the while confining your artistic arrangement to the two bottom tiers of branches. The next morning you woke up and said excitedly “Santa come?”. When I explained that Santa hadn’t been yet you sighed and said “It taking a looong time” then melodramatically collapsed back into your pillow. I remember how days felt like years when I was young and I was waiting for Santa to come. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.