and this is Christmas morning from three years ago. We thought our poor Milesy had a broken nose here, from climbing out of his crib in a not-so-deft manner. It ended up just to be a very bad bruise, and the last night he spent in a crib. A happier memory is that he called Santa by the most precious name that year... "Sampta." Oh, how I loved it.
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