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Grace holds it carefully, as if the delicate paper could break if dropped, watches it twirl in the twinkling lights. “Grandma made this,” she explains, hands it to Steve to hang.
He dutifully sets it spinning by a brilliant green bulb. “It’s pretty.”
“There’s twelve. One for each day of Christmas.” Grace reaches in the box, removes another. “She says I can have them for my own tree one day.”
“Until then, we’ll put ‘em up first, right Monkey?”
She beams up at her father, standing behind her with his hand on her head, and nods. “That’s how Christmas starts.”