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Just as I was sitting down with a cup of coffee and the Sunday paper, I heard pitter patters sounds punctuated by Max's cat-child sounds that signal an excitement overload.
We woke up Zöe, opened the presents that Santa left upstairs, ate a few chocolates, and headed downstairs.
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We took turns opening our presents, which drew out the process into hours. There were enough toys, however, to entertain during the periodic breaks to eat, have a glass of champagne, and take a few phone calls. When all was done, everyone was satisfied ... except Jack, whose #1 Toy He Had to Have suffered from severe design flaws that did not comport with Jack's exacting specifications (to be continued).
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