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In the old days, I used to write rather antic LJ posts pertaining to Christmas; now, with the simple fact of being together with my family for the first time in two years, and with my father coughing (he has something wrong with the muscles in his throat; things keep going down his windpipe... which would be a lot less nerve-wracking for me if 1) he weren't nearly 90 and 2) he hadn't had throat cancer back in the day)... suffice to say, every moment is a quiet miracle; sometimes it takes hard, hard truths for us to see that.