The Christmas give-and-take
Angela’s Ashes I’ve always had happy Christmases, except two. The first was Christmas in 1991, when my boss sent me to look for a printer that could on a very nonexistent chance still be open after the holiday rush on Dec. 24 and I ended up so tired I slept through Noche Buena. The second was Christmas in New York in 1998, but that was different. The plan was to check off an item on my bucket list, which was to watch the crystal ball drop at Times Square on New Year’s Eve, and if the price was Christmas Eve in New York away from my family, so be it. I had Christmas dinner wi...
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