My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

roasting rosemary, and wood smoke. Real wood smoke, not the metaphorical smoke of a bridge burning.

I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. A glass of pinot noir sat on the counter. In the living room, a real Christmas tree, 12 feet tall and lush, touched the vaulted ceiling.

It was covered in ornaments, not expensive ones, but meaningful ones.

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