Tomorrow night, Heather will take the last of two dozen Lindor truffles out of its drawer in her cardboard advent calendar. She’ll open one of the presents under the tree – a pair of pajamas that she’ll wear while waiting for Santa to come. Before that, we’ll share a dinner of fettucine alfredo or penne pesto while we watch White Christmas. We’ll walk the dogs, because finding an accident on the carpet isn’t how I like to spend Christmas morning. But at precisely 6:00 tomorrow evening, the three of us will step outside and ring bells: cowbells, handbells, jingle bells, triangles, and a one-room schoolhouse bell that could wake the dead. You’re all invited to join us at 6:00 p.m. wherever you happen to be. If you don’t have any bells, you can always clang a couple of pots together, or sing a Christmas carol. Because now more than ever, we all need a little something to lift our spirits.
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