Christmas morning was supposed to be simple because my father had told me, very clearly, “We all agreed not to buy gifts this year.
Part 1 At Thanksgiving, my father lifted his glass and said, “We all agreed. No gifts this Christmas.” He said it with that heavy, final tone he used whenever he wanted the room to understand that discussion was over. The dining room smelled like roasted turkey, canned cranberry sauce, and my mother’s cinnamon candles burning…