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A Christmas Evening Just For Two
Let’s make some memories.
This year, it’s just us spending Christmas together in our little hovel of an apartment. Your mom’s on some European cruise with a few of her book-club friends, and my parents decided to take the opportunity to visit my sister in London where she’s studying abroad. Your brother invited us for a night of appetizers and Cards Against Humanity with his friends; however, we decided to make this Christmas all about us.
In the morning, we take our time waking up even though our younger selves would have been itching to go straight to the Christmas tree, eager to open up the packages that had been tempting us for weeks. You would have marveled at the books your mother picked out just for you, and I would have stared with wide-eyed amazement at the latest Star Wars Lego set my dad had convinced my mom to buy for me.
But we’re almost in our thirties now and Santa feels like some bygone memory. We’ll probably renew the traditions if we ever have kids of our own, but today we just enjoy the opportunity to sleep in and pretend we’re in our own little world. And I don’t urge you into waking even though I’m up for a good twenty minutes before you are. I know you cherish every little scrap of sleep you get since most days you’re in a rush to get from place to place just to experience all the lives you want to…
