On December 24, every year, the doorbell rings. After Mass. Sometime in the evening. No one is ever there. But magic is on our front doorstep. Every single year. Happened to me growing up. My whole life. On December 24. I have every one of those letters. (my brothers agreed that I should be the keeper of the Santa Claus letters; the keeper of the emotion; the keeper of the childhood magic and memories)
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