Just wasn’t Christmas ‘til Auntie Arlene got up on the roof—tangled in lights, hollering “Silent Night” in sweet, festive irony. Figured herself the neighborhood tree topper, I guess. All December long, we’d hand her trays of goodies through the attic window like some kind of advent calendar in reverse.
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