As I got older (especially when I was in college), the meaning of Christmas diminished with each passing year. This was due to a combination of clustered factors. I also openly displayed strong disdain for the commercialism tendencies that would seemingly emerge from all avenues of life.
Until Faith, circa 2009.
The greatest Christmas present I ever got was when Rachel was still carrying Faith. On Christmas Eve, while we were in bed, Rachel told me that she could feel Faith moving around.
I put my hand on her pregnant belly and for the first time ever, with a little kick from her teeny-tiny foot, my daughter established contact with me.
It wasn't just a touchy-feeling situation. It was a kung-pow! greeting.
Ten years later, there's nothing like experiencing Christmas through a child's eyes. The true magic has returned, kung-pow! style.
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