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were quite sure they knew who I was, but even

they laughed at what I could tell them about

themselves, and they were mostly only there for
the candy, anyway.

The last child of the night was a feisty little

girl who was about six years old. She was the
youngest in her family by quite a bit. I knew

her well and knew that she hadn’t waited to be

last because she was shy. Quite the contrary. I
could tell that she had something important on

her mind. I lifted her onto my lap and asked,
“So, Brittany, have you been a good girl this

year?”

She had heard me talk to the other children,
and she paused. Finally she said, “Mostly.

Sometimes I get mad when my brother teases

me about being the baby of the family. And
sometimes I don’t do my chores.”

I laughed. “Well, even I haven’t been
perfect.”

“Really?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. “I got mad at Rudolph one
night when he was sneaking around scaring

elves, jumping out at them with his glowing

nose.”

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