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’ve always loved Christmas. But when I was growing up, there were rules.
The essential rules in the Chandler home were basically: • • • •
You don’t steal. You don’t kill. You don’t do drugs. And you don’t decorate for Christmas until after Thanksgiving.
My wife, Lauren, isn’t wired that way. She would start celebrating Christmas in January if I wasn’t such a bastion of “not until after Thanksgiving.” But once we get past that last Thursday of November, I’ve always been all in. Near my house, there’s a street 7