Christmas Eve with The Darlingtons<\/p>\n
(my apologies but this is less of a poem but more of a tale of love and triumph)<\/p>\n
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Over the years, Christmas Eve with our family has evolved and only gotten better with the addition of new<\/p>\n
family members; spouses or significant others and best of all babies!!\u00a0 We went from hosting the festivities<\/p>\n
in a living room barely bigger than a White Castle bathroom to our beautiful five bedroom old Victorian style<\/p>\n
home.\u00a0 Three years into enjoying our new setting, with enough room for kids to run and adults to mingle, Covid hit.<\/p>\n
The separation has been devastating. Cousins have missed an afternoon full of games and stories and running<\/p>\n
up the front staircase and down the back one again and again laughing\u00a0till they had to stop to catch their<\/p>\n
collective breaths.\u00a0 Siblings and their spouses shared pictures and stories and laughter even Santa would envy.<\/p>\n
Speaking of Santa, the festivities would not be complete without the traditional white elephant or dirty Santa game.<\/p>\n
At the Darlington Christmas bash, dirty Santa has that extra component of the returning gift that no one wishes to<\/p>\n
get stuck with……..the infamous horse head mask.\u00a0 There is a story there but that’s for another time, another platform.<\/p>\n
This gift and the story behind it is legendary.\u00a0 \u00a0 All of this plus food, gifts and so much love.<\/p>\n
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This year we will do whatever it takes to come together again as a family.\u00a0 The hurt was real, but love always wins.<\/p>\n
Only 183 more days!<\/p>\n
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