I told her Santa took very good care of them. She nodded, then frowned slightly. “Do they get special food? Carrots are okay, but maybe they want sandwiches sometimes. Like Daddy likes turkey and you like chicken.”
At the mall, perched on Santa’s lap, she suggested exactly that—that maybe the reindeer would appreciate sandwiches. Santa laughed. I laughed too, never imagining that the idea would take root the way it did.
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