Family bustles through the front door the day after Christmas, bursting bags cradled in their arms. It's dark outside and lights glisten in the damp air. No time to eat. Grab a quick drink then drop onto the sofa. Time to exchange gifts.
Laughter bounces off the walls, hugs abound, and joy is everywhere.
What's it going to be like when I'm my parent's age? And what was it like for them at our age?
Questions, answers, and more laughter.
People have become NICE. Like a contagious infection, it has spread from person to person throughout the holiday season, until everyone smiles. And also like an infection, it will be "cured." Is the cure better than the disease?
I wish the NICE disease didn't have to disappear until next year. Is there anyway to make it last?
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