Sometime in the morning, my not-so-little-anymore nephew sleepily lay down on the makeshift bed I was snoozing on. "Hey, Ate Kay." "Hey, Merry Christmas, Ien." Then he snuggled under my arm. "Merry Christmas, 'te."
Sometime in the afternoon, my little niece squeezed herself onto the tiny space left on the couch I was napping on. "Look, Ate Kay! I'm eating Santa!" My eyes flew open. "What?! Oh, okay. Nice." Turns out she was licking a chocolate Santa. "Here, taste him. He's yummy."
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