ours has to be the most desolate-looking house in the neighborhood this year as there are no holiday decorations of any type. not a wreath, not a candle in the window, nothing. i just couldn't do it.
two days of parent conferences were finally over, and it was dark and cold when chad and i got home. The lights were off but there was a strange glow coming from the dining room.
i peek around the doorway: there is the sweetest little christmas tree, sparkling with multi-colored lights. there are poinsettas by the fireplace, a wreath on the door, and snacks on the counter.
i am six years old again and santa has been here. i believe.
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