One Christmas Eve, many long years ago, I snuck out to the hearth with a flashlight to perform an advance inspection on the goods Santa left behind. I ran into Fuzzball, also inspecting stockings and piles of presents with her own flashlight. After scaring the daylights out of each other, we carefully inspected each treasure left behind by Santa, then decided that she might as well sleep in my bed for the rest of the night so that we might discuss the treasures in detail. From then on, a yearly tradition was born.
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