It was a beautiful Christmas, a nice ending to yet another year.
They were all grateful for their gifts - the boxing gloves and punching bag for my little budding boxer, the apron and tea set for my prim and proper young lady, and the wonderful books for my bibliovores, including a 60th anniversary edition of The Hobbit with some beautiful illustrations.
But this was the gift of which they spoke most often ... and with the most eloquence. 
For this was the year of Emma, of Emma's rehabilitation, and they were all a part of it. And it impacted their lives, and they never complained.
And she is their gift - as they are to her.
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