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When Christmas Expectations Let You Down - Tara Altay
The faintest woodsy scent mingles in a fog of morning maple syrup and last night’s lasagna and meatballs. Her piney cone shape glitters with miniature glass figurines. But she remains dark. We forgot to flip the switch this morning. The kids bumble up the stairs to see what package has her name on it. But […]