The estate is decorated to the nines, gifts beneath the main tree and stockings on the chimney. I look around the small gathering of our friends, smiling lightly to myself. I can't remember the last time I had a good Christmas. The kind with hot chocolate and presents instead of the 'seasonal beating,' and though I'm excited for all of it, I'm more excited to spend it with you guys. Yet, as I look around, I'm noticing not everyone's here. I dial your number, splitting off from the crowd to call you. The moment you pick up, I'm already talking, eager to find out when you're going to be here.
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