Growing up Christmas crackers adorned our tree and served as torture devices because I so desperately wanted to open them and see the prize inside. I am now torturing my own child with them. I found some in the closet from years ago and put them on the tree. While shopping Lubbock I found these little ones that reminded me of the ones on our tree growing up and introduced the Christmas cracker to Matthew. Naturally he loved the idea of popping them open and was thrilled to know that there was a prize inside. Now the recurring question is, "Can I open this cracker now?" The response to that question when I was growing up was always "No," so I took it upon myself to sneak them open and steal the prizes. I expect that same response/tradition to carry forward in our house now that the crackers have been brought out and shared. Let the torture and prize stealing begin -- Merry Christmas!
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