all millie wanted for Christmas was a "toyboy" hat and some oranges. she got both. (for some reason, though, all our relatives piled her high with sundry treats. in a related matter, i have yet to win even one skirmish with the generously shopping McGamma Owen in the war against excess. She grins in the picture, knowing that her upper hand is firm and sure. (my trump card is the hope of 12 children, for even the bank accounts of grandmothers have their limits, and 12 children is a wonderful lot.)
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