christmas
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I feel like Frosty the Snowman when he first comes to life and shouts, “Happy Birthday!” A bit overwhelmed and quite discombobulated. It’s been a long holiday season—and it isn’t over yet… I couldn’t tell you the day of the week. I don’t know if the clothes in the basket are clean or dirty. I
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I look forward to opening a Christmas card that includes a yearlong family update. I know a lot of people think Christmas letters are stupid, filled with enhanced positivity, but so what? You don’t really want your friends or family members to send bad news, do you? You can joke about how perfect Cousin Jane’s
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It is officially that time of year when I begin thinking in “and thens.” Yesterday was my son’s birthday (24, who believes?) and then there’s Thanksgiving (times two), and then there’s my daughter’s birthday (26, holy shit), and then there’re cookie parties and meetings and then there’s Christmas, of course, and then there’s New Year’s…
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There are ninety-seven days until Christmas. That’s over three months, but—. It seems far away, sort of, but it’s not. And you know it’s not because there are holiday decorations and supplies in all the stores already. (Christmas after Labor Day? Welcome to the “new normal”!) Why do I bring this up? Why do I
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