Time for the Christmas Eve broccoli.
There’s a tooth under my nine-year-old’s pillow, and the stockings are hung over the fireplace. Santa and the tooth fairy may cross paths.
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Time for the Christmas Eve broccoli.
There’s a tooth under my nine-year-old’s pillow, and the stockings are hung over the fireplace. Santa and the tooth fairy may cross paths.