My Family Told My Daughter There Was No Room At Christmas While I Worked A Hospital Shift

The house looks better now. Lived in. Warm. Wanted.

That is not the point though.

The point is that when Christmas comes to our house now, the table is not crowded. But it is full. Daniel carves the ham badly. Abby complains about it lovingly. I burn something every year because emergency physicians are not automatically good at timing side dishes.

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