We celebrated Christmas again in Northridge. We bought a tree from the same supermarket parking lot. The kids stood in front of the same cutout as they had a year before. We decorated.
I ate too much fudge. Kris and Z went to a trampoline park. They were both cautious.
And Christmas came. I walked down the hall from my childhood room. Instead of my younger siblings with me, our family of four made the angst induced trip. Instead of a Nintendo Power Pad, I got a gift card to Outback Steakhouse.
I ate all of the Reese’s cups in my stocking. All of my siblings and their spouses came over for Christmas dinner.
And Christmas went. Too quickly; just as it did when I was young.
We said our goodbyes and flew back to Anchorage the day after Christmas.