On Christmas morning this year, our family lingered a little longer than usual around the breakfast table. The presents had been opened, coffee cups were refilled, and conversation drifted the way it often does when generations overlap and no one is in a hurry to move on.At one point, my older brother walked into the room wearing a well-worn pair of Duncan Clan pajamas. My wife and I had...
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