IT’S HOURS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE WILL BE AWAKE. A flight is delayed coming into Nashville airport. My best friend and I fill the stockings and breathe before a granddaughter arrives, the old doll buggy starts screeching its rickety wheels around the downstairs, laughter begins, and the oven is preheated for Christmas breakfast one with local bagels, lox, c…
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