Some people say that Rockwell's America never existed, but: it's 6 am and 13 degrees outside, and I've got a sparkly Christmas tree by my side, complete with presents and a choo-choo below, a roaring fire in my view, warm slippers on my feet, my dog by my side, a hot cocoa, and a wife and 18-month-old snoring lightly down the hall. Soon, my son will toddle out to find a play kitchen I assembled at midnight last night and my wife a Wii I connected two weeks ago without her knowing.
Norman Rockwell's America lives on in my home.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Norman Rockwell's America lives on in my home.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
S