David Foster's The Christmas Album is on full blast over the Bose soundsystem. There are two empty mugs of what used to be white hot chocolate on the counter. Brodder's grunting his way up from the basement with all the pertinent boxes. I'm moving plants and furniture out of the way. Give us a few hours, and the tree will be up and lit, decorated with all the ornaments of the years. There will be trinkets and lights in the windows, and with any luck, there will be some baking and gift wrapping after a late-night trip to Wal-Mart.
My family's home; the holidays have begun.
Merry Christmas, from me to you.
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