My mom volunteers with her local Historical Society, and last week was tasked with setting up mannequins in their little log cabin for the holiday season. She cooked up a whole scenario that included the mother mannequin and her two daughters sneaking into the bedroom to wake the sleeping father Christmas morning with a hot Swedish breakfast. She took me to see it this weekend, but the cabin was locked when we stopped by, so I had to resort to peeking through the windows.
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