The story begins so:
"Let the Little Children Come...."
I think tonight I found some Magi.
It was 6:00, and for no particular reason I decided that we needed to drive around and look at Christmas lights.
Never mind that no one wanted to go—there’s nothing like being forced to look at Christmas lights to cheer you up.
In typical fashion, the kids got over their frustration quicker than I did. They began singing Christmas carols five minutes into the drive. Me? I decided that the cheerful singing only made me grumpier. Sure, “Silent Night” is great, but what about those lights?!
Thankfully for everyone, I could only keep up my Grinch impression for so long. Generally speaking, little children singing carols and reenacting “A Charlie Brown Christmas” will eventually break down any hard-hearted wall you put up. On the way home we headed to McDonald’s for some ice cream, and I somehow managed to confuse the drive-through person into giving us an extra sundae.
While I had already learned some lessons by this point about pride and stubbornness, my education was just beginning."
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