Presents under the tree, that is. It was the most special family get-together I will remember, and there have been good ones in the past. Credit goes to my nephew and his wife, who together have raised two calm and serious girls who understand the value of being close.
And what’s more, it was a gigantic tree decorated with trinkets made by my niece’s mother and meant to be brought out and displayed for generations,
a tradition which failed to make itself felt by me and no wonder, with the upheavals and rending of stability that classify my life.
I made sure Anthony understood what he and his wife have achieved. No small matter. A surety meant to be carried on by their sons-in-law. A holding to be cherished.