“Come on,” Blaze Young said. “It’s time to get out of here, so Santa can come.” That single word—Santa—always got the kids in the Young family riled up. Even Blaze’s teenager got to his feet and picked up his plastic cup from Otis’s end table.
His two-year-old look at him with cherubic cheeks that had flushed in the heat in this house. Christmas Eve in C…
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