I walked into the living room, which looked much like Santa’s workshop might if it exploded. Tree, presents, so many presents, stacks of presents everywhere, no floor space, stockings absolutely stuffed, candy, PRESENTS!!!…
My sister and I went about our regular gift-opening rituals. For me, that meant starting with the stockings and examining each gift methodically. For her, it meant nothing less than total and complete wrapping paper carnage.
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