I have always loved Christmas. But as I grew older, as much as I loved it, I think I lost much of the spirit. Now that I have a young son—who is wrestling with the stress of being good under the eye of the “Elf on the Shelf,” eyeing presents under the tree, and baking cookies with his mom—I find myself recovering much of what I had lost. This is wonderful, but, as a father, I also find myself reaching deeper into the meaning of the holiday.

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