“Just So You Know, We’re Using Your House for Christmas,” My Daughter-in-Law Texted — She Never Asked

and cowlicks, would clatter down the hallway in mismatched pajamas, pretending he didn’t care about the presents. He’d walk by the tree with exaggerated indifference, then sneak little glances under the branches, just to check, you know, if Santa had maybe dropped something off. I’d pretend not to notice. We’d play that game every year, both knowing continue reading …