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Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic the same as regular magic?”

Leo pulled out the classics: a toothbrush (he rolled his eyes), a chocolate orange (he cheered), and a tiny tin of mints “for when we visit Grandma” (he pocketed them carefully). I found a new oven mitt in mine—tactical, because I burned my favorite one making the Yule log last week. Christmas Morning at The Mabel-s - Mother and S...

My son, [Leo], appeared in the doorway of the living room, clutching his stuffed bear by one ear. His hair was a disaster. His eyes were still half-closed. But then he saw the stockings hung by the (fake, but very lush) fireplace, and his face did that thing it does every year—a slow sunrise of realization. Between bites, Leo asked, “Mom, is Christmas magic

“It’s a paperweight for your desk,” he explained. “So you don’t float away when you write.” His hair was a disaster