Today is Christmas Day.

We set out at eight o’clock, the house still warm with the glow of morning celebrations. My youngest son has torn away the wrapping paper from a small mountain of toys and gifts, his excitement filling the room. Carys, too, has shared in the ritual—her own gifts unwrapped with nose and paws, each gift greeted with enthusiasm and pride. There is a sense of completion to the morning already, as though the day has been generously opened before it has truly begun.

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