Picture it.
Twinkle lights in the trees in the corners of the sanctuary. Poinsettias adorn the steps and line the walkways. People smiling, warm greetings, pews filling. The peace and excitement of Christmas Eve.
Quiet begins to settle in the room.
I glance down at Thing 3 sitting there in his cute plaid shirt and oxford shoes, eagerly holding his candle in anticipation of the flame to be passed down the row.
And then he yells "START THE FIRE!!!"
I, of course, look around as if trying to identify the mother of this strange child with clear pyromaniac tendencies...
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