The previous night, she was worried that Santa wasn't going to come to our house and deliver presents. The reason being that they did not write him their letters this year. She wasn't falling for my explanations that Santa was still coming, and that he knew exactly what they wanted--I had gotten his emergency contact information and emailed him everything he needed to know.
Now, here she was, sitting on our bed, describing to me what she found when she went downstairs to check their stockings.
The brownies were gone! All Santa left behind were tiny crumbs and a napkin with evidence that he wiped his mouth.
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