The Stories We Share
The book was the same every time and she never once sounded bored.
The book was the same every time and she never once sounded bored.
Christmas grew by one, and it will never be this small again.
For the two of them, exactly where they want to be.
For the whole lot of you, home for Christmas.
For the tree at their house, the one nobody is allowed to touch.
For the dad who says he does not need anything, every single year.
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