Christmas at Grandma's was the highlight of my childhood years. Seven sets of aunts and uncles and gobs of cousins squeezed together under the roof of the old ranch house where she lived. Grandma's living room twinkled with the multicolored lights on her lopsided tree and her scarred oak table swayed under a load of popcorn balls, homemade candy, and other once-a-year treats. Throughout the evening, ...
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