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I can’t wait to tell you how you begged to decorate for Christmas, even after every last ornament was hung on the tree. How you wanted to make sure every tote was emptied and every last decoration made its way to our mantel.

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I can’t wait to tell you how much you liked Santa this year. How you were so excited, not only to tell him what you’d written on your list, but to talk about the reindeers. How Santa dazzled you with his extensive Transformers knowledge and his obvious love for his reindeer.

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I can’t wait to tell you how you were cautious about Santa and Mrs. Claus, but you couldn’t help but be won over by the sweetest Mrs. Claus. How you loved to sit with the big kids and listen to her story and to sign Jingle Bells with Santa.

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I can’t wait to tell you how much fun we had walking around after dark. How we explored the zoo filled with lights and how we watched the boats all dressed up in their holiday finest. How we rode the carousel and conquered the inner tube slide.

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I can’t wait to tell you how much you looked forward to opening your advent calendar. How a quick story and a Hershey kiss turned into a favorite part of our nightly routine.

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I can’t wait to tell you how excited you were to join the adults at the end our holiday party. How you were the star of the show and the loved clowning around with dad!

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I can’t wait to tell you how your eyes lit up when you saw the Nutcracker stage come to life. How closely you watched to make sure that the Nutcracker would prevail over the Rat King again this year. 

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I can’t wait to tell you how much you wanted your brother’s football helmet. How you couldn’t open any of your gifts because you were too upset.

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I can’t wait to tell you how excited you were about your gifts this year. How you couldn’t wait to strum your guitar, don your football helmet or “cook” a meal in your kitchen.

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I can’t wait to tell you that we went to the President’s house to see the Christmas trees. How you loved riding on the train and how we looked for our special state trees and we watched the dance performances. 

I can’t wait to tell you how much fun your mom and dad have been having this holiday season now that we get to see your excitement. How we have always loved the holidays but how much more we enjoy watching your face light up with each new tradition.

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Chaaron

Chaaron is a Nebraska native who lives in Alexandria, VA with her husband, RP, her son, Dash and her daughter, Pippa. By day, she's a program manager with a public charity in DC and by night, she is happily occupied with living room dance parties and dodging errant duplo pieces. She's terrible at updating her blog, but you can find her little slice of the internet at senseandnonsenseblog.com.

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