Picture the perfect Christmas Eve: snowflakes falling, laughter and carols filling the festive streets, mulled wine warming your innards, fragrant mince pies baking in the oven and giggling children ...
I called my mom for advice (as one does) and she relayed this dilemma to my dad, who mentioned his dad’s three-day rule. Apparently, my late grandfather instilled in my dad and aunt that three days ...
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