C was standing at the foot of our bed yesterday morning at 3AM, clutching his Christmas stocking. It's been a while since he's come into our room in the middle of the night (he usually just cries in his bed until one of us gets up and troupes in). I could just make out his silhouette against the blue glow of the nightlight.
My own little ghost of Christmas present.
song: Christmas Morning • artist: Lyle Lovett
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