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One of my favorite parts of Christmas, now that my sister and I are adults, is our annual pilgrimage to my parents’ house, where my mom treats us to a delicious spread for breakfast before we retire to the living room, coffee cups in hand, to exchange gifts and watch my niece enjoy the spoils of being the only grandchild in the family. That time around the table with all of us chatting and eating, just relaxing into the spirit of the day, is something I look forward to every year.