r. Bleu began to distribute the gifts. “There’s no card on this one, Gabby.” He turned a book-sized package over and over in his hands. “It must be from Santa.”
“Of course it is, Daddy,” Gabby nodded with exaggerated emphasis as she tore at the paper. “Who else... beside Mom, that is... would know that I wanted this diary more than anything.”
Everyone oohed and aahed over gifts, and the pile of discarded gift wrap grew.
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