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  The scent of pine and cinnamon wafted through the air, wrapping the living room in a warm embrace. Flickering lights twinkled on the tree, casting a soft glow that mingled with the sounds of laughter and nostalgia. It was Christmas Eve at the Harper house, and for the first time in several years, the family had gathered together, each member filled with mirth and memories of childhood days spent in the very same room. “You remember the snowstorm of ’98?” Charlie said, leaning back into the cosy couch, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “We built a fort in the backyard that could’ve housed half the street!” Laughter erupted around the room, and his sister Emma chimed in, “And we had snowball fights until Mom called us inside, claiming our cheeks were as red as Rudolph’s nose!” Their mother, now greyer but still sprightly, emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “Don’t forget the cocoa! I remember making endless pots of hot chocolate to revive you all after you...