Christmas morning in our house had developed, over the years, its own particular liturgy, a sequence of events that had never been formally agreed upon but had established itself through repetition until it felt both inevitable and entirely ours.Eli woke first, as he always did, at a time that predated dawn by enough margin that the sky outside his window was still the deep, particular blue of early winter dark. He did not immediately wake anyone else, which had been a rule established in his second Christmas and observed with the solemnity of someone who understood that rules existed for reasons even when the reasons weren't immediately apparent.Instead he waited, with the patient, focused stillness that was his particular superpower, until the sky began its slow shift towards grey, and then made his way to Hope's room, where he knocked once, quietly, and was admitted.The two of them came downstairs together at six-thirty, which was the agreed hour, and found all three adults alre
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