The kids were still young enough for Christmas to feel like actual magic—four boys in total, two mine from before, two hers, all of them buzzing with that particular pre-teen voltage. We were living in Springfield, Illinois, under a respectable blanket of snow. My pair hadn’t moved in with us yet; they were still down in the Carolinas with their mother,…
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