Mom is putting up the Christmas lights and drinking beer; I'm deejaying the holiday mix and peering mournfully at the bottom of my hot cocoa mug. I've sat on this couch in the piano room and gazed at the Christmas tree in years before, sometimes alone and sometimes not. I remember a new beginning here two Christmases ago... has it only been that
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