Zoran came home with his pockets full of quickly written folded up Christmas notes. (He writes so fast and sloppy most of the time! It surprises me because that doesn't really fit with his orderly personality.)
He started unfolding them and giving them to me. Mainly all sorts of good wishes for a happy Christmas from him––some with a few with little stick figure portraits of our family.
This one was my favorite I think-– he is going to buy us some good stuff for Christmas but "all I want for Chismis is you Mom and Dad."
Then again, maybe I like that one that said,
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