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October 18, 2007
They would whittle down the thick candy cane rods to wicked sharp points in their mouths and then chase around the house at Christmas, poking the red and white swirled sugar into the others’ shoulders, or someone would find the old cork gun and pick the others off from behind the La-Z-Boy where uncle was sleeping after too much glazed ham. And when they got really bored, there were always the snow pants to put on, the hot fur-lined boots and gloves, the long stocking hats, and then the snowball fights, just an excuse to get hot chocolate from grandmother.