A few weeks before Christmas, Emma started asking questions about when Santa might bring coal. She decided that if you are kind of good and kind of bad, you might get coal but also some presents. I asked her if she thought that might happen to her, and she said, "Yep, because of my anger issues." Have I mentioned she has a temper? Anyway, on Christmas Eve, as she was going to bed, she asked me to say a prayer with her that Santa wouldn't bring her coal. Nothing like a last ditch effort. Well, Santa did bring her some chocolate shaped like coal in black foil wrapping along with the other gifts in her stocking. She thought it was real. Her reaction was priceless.
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