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“Look, Gramma, flowers!” Grace squeals while Danny rolls his eyes and pushes the back of her jacket, cutting in with, “Hey, hey, what happened to our 'Merry Christmas' plan?”
It’s fuss and fluff when he’s smiling broad as his Ma pushes the door open, taking the flowers, hugging and kissing Grace, saying, “And aren’t they beautiful? And almost as big as you,” before she’s to him, eyes twinkling, cheek kissing, “Merry Christmas, Daniel.”
Before grabbing Steve’s scarf next, to pull him down for the same. “You could forgo the flowers one year, and just be a foot or two shorter.”