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or its already been announced?

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The smell of burnt sugar and pine needles was the first thing Thomas noticed when he stepped into his mother’s kitchen. It was 6:00 PM on Christmas Eve, and the house felt smaller than he remembered, crowded with the noisy, comfortable clutter of a family that had never lived anywhere else.
"Don’t step on that," his sister, Sarah, warned without looking up. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a sea of tangled scotch tape and scraps of wrapping paper. "The dog ate a bow earlier, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Thomas laughed, setting his suitcase by the door. "Good to see you too, Sar."
In the kitchen, his mother was battling a tray of gingerbread men. One of them had lost a leg in the oven. She was trying to perform "surgery" on it with a thick glob of white icing.
"He’s a casualty of the season, Mom," Thomas said, leaning over her shoulder to steal a warm gumdrop from a bowl.
"He’s a gift for your Uncle Pete," she muttered, her tongue poking out in concentration. "Pete won’t notice. He doesn't even wear his glasses to dinner anymore."
The evening settled into a familiar rhythm. They ate a dinner that was slightly too salty, laughed at the same stories they told every year, and argued over which movie to put on. There was no grand miracle, no cinematic moment of realization. It was just the sound of the dishwasher humming, the weight of the cat sleeping on Thomas’s feet, and the way the heater kicked on with a dusty rattle every twenty minutes.
Later, when the house had gone quiet, Thomas stood on the back porch. The air was sharp and cold, turning his breath into ghosts. Across the street, a neighbor’s string of lights had a single bulb flickering—a rhythmic, yellow blink against the dark.
He realized then that he didn’t feel like a "guest" anymore. The stress of the city and the pressure of his career felt miles away, muffled by the snow and the mundane safety of his childhood home. He took one last deep breath of the freezing air, went back inside, and made sure the deadbolt was locked—just like his father used to do—before heading up to bed.
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Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
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Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
Because they don’t have the guts. 🦴😆

Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
Because they don’t have the guts. 🦴😆

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