When I was a little girl, I asked Santa for a sled for my beloved Pooh Bear. My family didn't take me very seriously about it until Christmas Eve, when I again expressed my hope that Santa would bring me a sled for Pooh. My poor Grandpa spent the rest of the night in the garage building me a little wooden sled for Pooh. I spent countless hours dragging my bear around the backyard in a Grandma-enforced bread bag on the sled. Since then, the sled has been very dear to me. This year, it decorates the bottom of our tree and provides lots of entertainment for Jack.


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