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December 23, 2008



One of my favorite things, a tradition started by Dustin some years ago, is piling into the car in the evening, before bed, in our pajamas with our blankets, snuggled up all warm. And we drive around the neighborhoods, looking for Santa and his reindeer in the sky. But mostly to look at the houses with Christmas lights all lit up.

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