*CHRIS*The plan was to come back, spend time with my folks, maybe do a little shopping, and go back home.However, things didn’t quite go as planned.My son had been talking about this damn tree for three weeks.Not Christmas.Not presents.Not Santa.The tree.Specifically, the big one downtown that apparently required an entire ceremony just to turn the lights on.I didn’t understand the excitement.It was a tree.With lights.We had one of those at home.Smaller.Inside.Warm.And I didn’t have to stand around a hundred strangers to look at it.But apparently that wasn’t the same.Honestly, I was hoping he’d forget all about it.Safe to say he didn’t.“Daddy.”“What?”“When are they gonna turn it on?”I looked at my phone.“Seven.”He looked at the tree.Then back at me.“When is seven?”“In fifteen minutes.”He frowned.“That’s long.”“It’s fifteen minutes.”“I know.”Clearly he didn’t.He grabbed my hand again.Four years old.Impatient as hell.And somehow capable of asking the
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