When you’re a kid, it’s simple. Christmas is magic. It’s a time of miracles, when reindeer can fly and Frosty never melts. Then you get older. Somehow, things change. The magic begins to fade. Until something happens that reminds you, at Christmas time… miracles still can be found. Sometimes in the most unexpected places.
— The Narrator, The Wonder Years, 1988-1993
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