The sounds and the smells of the holidays filled the small house to bursting. Glass goblets were scattered on various surfaces and tables. Packages had been ripped open, their contents spewed around the living room like flour in a well used bakery. Couch cushions lay long since forgotten after their occupants had left for the evening.
Just a few short hours before two dozen people had filled the rooms of the tiny house, laughing and singing. Giggling and kissing under the precisely placed bunches of mistletoe.
Children ran, or toddled, around tight corners, playfully flying model airplanes or racing little cars under bookshelves on their way to pick up the new dolls for a trip to the park set up under the Christmas tree.
The older kids, too cool for dolls and toys, sat at smal...
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