It started seven years ago. I was not supposed to have my son for Christmas Eve that year but plans changed abruptly and suddenly I did.
Best gift I could get - but there went the time I had planned to spend prepping and wrapping.
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So, I spent the Eve with my son until he was fast asleep. And then I pulled an all-nighter wrapping gifts, doing a stocking, etc.
I finished just before 6 am and laid down next to him literally minutes before he opened his eyes with all the excitement of 6-YO on Christmas.
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Before I laid down though, the last thing I did was walk out to the street and just soak in the quiet of my house, dark but for the Christmas tree through the window.
I had pulled it off. Maybe my most memorable Christmas ever.
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Found out today that my son's and my favorite deli has closed its doors.
I am sadder than it feels a person should be given all of the more terrible things going on.
It is sad as both the loss of a place we have a history with and as something larger though.
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The deli had been in business for 96 years.
It was no more than a simple storefront.
It had the look of a place that had been there a long time. Curled photos taped up above the register. Weathered signage on the walls. A couple of simple stools.
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The prior owners were two married couples. They worked together every day for 32 years save for a week or two each summer when they closed for vacation.
It was the kind of local place where you come to know the proprietors a bit over countless small fragments of conversation.
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- follow each of the accounts on that list
- click on the bell icon on their bio pages to receive alerts when they post
- setup an acct on the Target site or app with payment method in advance
- keep an ear open between 5-7 am
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