Olivia, in a repeat performance of last year, slept in on the day we’d forgive her for waking up at the crack of dawn. Olivia must have been good this year and/or done a good job convincing the jolly one the three times she sat on his lap because she got just what she wanted: her very own sewing machine.
She wasted no time stitching up some items, including a stocking for me for next year.
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