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He sat on his soft quilt, blabbering to himself, while Mommy and Daddy ran around doing uninteresting things. Suddenly he had to squint, as the world lit up brightly, and with a struggle he managed to turn around, tumbling in the process. Before he could decide whether the fall had hurt or not, he was star-struck by the glittering sparkles of a colourful mountain filling his entire sight and beyond. He gazed up in awe, mouth open, and raised his chubby little hand. Behind him he heard Daddy’s gentle voice, “Look - Maxwell is checking out the Christmas tree!”