It is – as the tinsel-draped, glitter-sprinkled, cinnamon-infused saying goes – the most wonderful time of the year. It is merriment and laughter.
It is family and friends. It is firelight and warmth. It is eating too much – and caring far less for the indigestion and the mountain of dirty dishes. It is little gifts gratefully received and the disappointment of ill-chosen presents carefully disguised. It is over-familiarity and under-appreciation, wrapped in misspoken comments and tearful apologies. It is never-again and can’t-wait-for-next-year. It is hyperactive children and weary parents. It is on Wednesday.
And it is, for the most part, a splendid mixture of these same basic ingredients,…
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