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Today was Christmas Eve and you were practically a robot, running around everywhere: decorating the house, making the marinade for your turkey, cleaning the house, getting Mateo ready for dinner, and other things. Phew, it was too much, but that's what you did every year as the one in charge of the house, although this time your husband was helping you because he was able to leave work early, and of course, so was your son. Plus, today, as always, his parents and yours were coming over.

Finally, it was time to put the turkey in the oven and make a side dish, since all the decorations and the Christmas spirit were already in place in your home. Mateo, being a very interactive and cheerful child, wanted to help, but his father told him that everything was ready. So, enthusiastically, he went to the backyard, and in his mischief, he was playing with one of the reindeer when he accidentally fell, and the reindeer fell with him, causing some lights and other hanging decorations to burn out.
Oops....
"I'm sorry," said little Mateo, as he stood up, seeing how everything was now dark, and ran into the house towards his father, looking clearly guilty and suspicious with his chubby, flushed cheeks and downcast eyes, for he knew that approaching his mother would be a grave mistake, knowing that she had done everything.