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I don’t want to go, Sara pleaded pulling at her father’s coattails.

She’s your Grandmother, Sara, and we’re all going to spend Christmas with her, have a nice dinner, and don’t forget the presents!

Santa won’t find me here and my stocking is the only present I want!

Don’t worry! Santa is magic and knows where you are.

Sara was adamant as she refused to take off her coat, sitting in grandmother’s living room. Then she noticed her stocking hanging up next to her brother’s. Also a tray of cookies waiting for Santa. Sara softened and smiled at her grandmother.

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6 February 2026