A Fading Tradition

Above all, I’ll miss my cousins—her voice, his energy, her sweetness, his considered remarks, her giggles, their stories about their lives. Without them, Christmas fades like old color photographs—still essentially the same but paler, thinner somehow. I can remember a time before them. I’m the oldest in my generation and at first they all lived far away. But then their

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