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The dark night of my New Year's Eve

The dark night of my New Year's Eve

The day before Christmas I brought some cookies to a friend and we stood in her doorway talking about the holidays. She said that Christmas, the holiday spirit and all the decorations and festivities made her weepy. “But you're not like that,” she said to me. “You don't get weepy.”

She's right. I pride myself on being unsentimental. I'm the one who makes jokes about disabled Tiny Tim and Santa's feelings for Rudolph. I get a Christmas tree and I decorate my house, and my husband and I usually host Christmas dinner for many people, but when I watch Linus deliver the final speech in “A Charlie Brown Christmas” or one of those commercials where a prodigal makes it home in time to...

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