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“Oh no. They’re your kittens, you should name them.”

“I already did. You name one now.”

“I think it should be a Christmas name. How about Jingle or Ginger?”

“Either one is great,” Leo tells him.

“Ginger.”

“I love it,” I agree.

“How about you, Daddy?”

“Misty.”

“It’s perfect.”

“What’s wrong?” Daddy takes me in his arms, and I realize that I’ve been crying.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so overwhelmed. Today was already the best Christmas ever, and now, there’s kittens. Real kittens!”

“I know it’s been a lot for one day. How about we wash our hands and finish breakfast before we go take a nap and watch more sappy Christmas movies?”

“Can we have cookies too?”

“Sure.”

“Best Christmas ever.”