One of my favorite parts of decorating for Christmas is opening up our boxes of ornaments and finding that they (almost) all survived another year in garage captivity. This year, while pulling them out one by one, I got a feeling reminiscent of a principal watching all of their seniors graduate. There they were, all my little babies, fulfilling their potential on the branches of our tree. I WAS SO PROUD. And like any graduation, I felt it was appropriate to hand out class superlatives, here are the results:
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Most Likely to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse
(Because yes, that says Kim’s 1st Christmas, and if you can survive 25 years in a box in the garage you can truly survive anything.)
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Most Likely to Ask You Your Favorite Color or Serve You the World’s Greatest Cup of Coffee
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Most Likely to Make You Go “AWW” (Happy 26 1/2 years Mom & Dad!)
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Most Likely to Send Me into a Rant About My Glory Days (4th Grade)
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Most Likely to Ignite an Endless Stream of Movie Quotes
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Most Likely to Leave You Moo-ing Christmas Carols
(because yes, it moos them when you squeeze it.)
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Most Likely to Arrive in Your Mailbox When You Write to Santa in June
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Most Likely to Give You Nightmares
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Most Likely to Pose the Question: “Where is Pooh’s Shirt?”
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Most Likely to Have Been Made in a Rush to Get a Christmas Cookie
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Most Likely to Make You Laugh After a Few Spiked Eggnogs
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Most Likely to Have Voted Yes on the California Marijuana Prop
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Most Likely to be the Greatest Ornament My Toddler Sister Ever Made and My Loving Mother Decided was Worth Keeping Forever, Even Though it’s Legitimately Just a Round Piece of Cardboard with Minor Purple Accents, a Hole Punch, and a Ribbon, Though, Now That I Think About it, That Really Does Make it the Greatest Ornament Ever Made, and Kept, and Discussed at Length Every Year with Maniacal Laughter and Eye Rolls
Congratulations to all the graduates. I’m so proud of you and can’t wait to see where the future takes you. (Spoiler Alert: It’s probably our tree.)
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Kimberlee K. 
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