"Christmas morning and I'm up early. The youngest is crashing at the McBungalow over his holiday break and I can hear him snoring in his room down the hall. The dogs are curled up at my slippered feet as I sip my mocha and pretend to warm myself by the e-fire crackling away on my TV. In the corner of the room the tree stands at full-dressed attention, bathing the darkened walls in festive splashes of reds and blues and oranges and yellows and greens. I'll keep it up until New Years Day when,…"
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