Eighteen
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The snow was coming down in sheets and had been all day. I sat on the carpet in the library, reading to Quinn. Almost everyone else was there as well. Only Blaise, Josh, and Eli were missing. It was the warmest, best-lit room in the house. I understood why my ancestors had made it the place of reading and gathering.
“What do you want for Christmas?” Quinn asked, sitting on my lap and looking at the ancient copy of The Night Before Christmas.
I glanced at Jonah, who sat by his mother, reading. I thought of my father. There were so many things I wanted.
While growing up, I never celebrated the birth of Jesus. My father would buy me presents for New Year’s Day, but he refused to give me anything on Christmas. Now, in this Christian house, everyone was looking forward to
