Jim and Pam came to our house that year for Christmas dinner. Jim didn't bring anything; he didn't have to, this time. Pam was delightful in the red turtleneck I'd seen on her before, with her hair softly curled and back in her Christmas barrette. She was carrying her well-loved homemade brownies, and she laughed as she told me that she had limited Jim to six of them that morning (six!) so there would be some left for us.
He smiled down at her as he took her coat. I took the brownies from her, and she linked her hand in his as she led him to the tree where her handmade childhood ornaments still hung.
It was a happy Christmas.
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