There’s nothing like the holidays to spark magic in the air. Sleigh bells ring, chestnuts roast, and the little child in all of us secretly dreams of the miraculous. Gather ‘round the fire, my friends, pour a mug of cocoa, and let me spin a yarn about how one little Birmingham Magazine columnist received …
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