Perhaps we’re a little liberal with the word ‘miracle’ in my family’s house around the holidays.

The first Christmas miracle was that my brother Matt ate a pecan roll without first scraping off the pecans. “IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!” I proclaimed. Then Eileen explained that in the previous night’s dinner she also ate some normally unpalatable food, thus securing the second miracle. After that, pretty much volunteering to wash the breakfast dishes was a Christmas miracle.

Christmas morning, Matt spelled out his name’s initials in candy canes and decided it was so damn elegant looking that this was truly a Christmas miracle. One by one, each of us spelled out our initials with candy canes and claimed a Christmas miracle. It was quite a miraculous household.

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