I hardly blog at Christmas. We sled. With our cousins. Down the hill outside the window. The kids manage to go down... twice. Each time, they beg us to carry them back up, but we force them--like mean parents do--to walk using the two functional legs God gave them. After twenty minutes of prodding, cajoling, and dragging them by one mittened-hand, we manage to reach the top of a hill that should take 30 seconds to climb. Around this time, the four year old Emperor declares he is ...

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