Last year, at the ripe old age of 19, we finally talked her into opening gifts on Christmas Eve. The minute Santa got the good word he started out for the lowcountry and SUDDENLY, gifts appeared under our tree about dark. It was nice...we weren't rushed and nobody was half asleep or cranky. It wasn't a hard sell to get her to agree again this year, and glory hallelujah, a new tradition is born!
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