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I tiptoe backwards, a slow close to the door, a narrow glimpse of the boys resting, dreaming of Christmas morn. With a youthful stride brushing my hair to my ear, I swoop up the boxes and bags of goodies to follow the banister; skipping one, two, or maybe three for good measure, a hasty decision when my heel swipes the corner, a knock to my knees and elbows hurrying my pace, tumbling side to side when gravity stops me bottom first and my head about face. The boxes hit the hardest … crouching inward to ease the shock; my eyes close as I turn of my head … here comes the second box. In a frustrated tone—I break out with a … “Shush” … when my hand cups my mouth … silence broke in … I’m merely shushing my mouth. Grumbling, maybe, now that it’s over, I waste no time in swooping my boxes and bags putting them in order; my foot forges forward but misses the next mark, it landed in the bed of a Tonka Truck as it rolls my legs apart.
Yes, this is the moment that reflected my entire year, dare I say, wait till next year.
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