Every December seems to end the same way. The whirlwind of presents is over, the cookies have vanished, and suddenly the living room looks like it survived a confetti-filled snowstorm.Shiny bows lay toppled like fallen crowns, tissue paper tumbles across the floor like pastel tumbleweeds, and wrapping paper curls dramatically at the edges, dreaming of one last purpose before landing in t...
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