“Can you help me make my Christmas list?” he asks. He’s asked a few times now.
I remind him again that it’s not his birthday and that…he interrupts.
“I know.” He’s angry. I lecture instead of listen.
“No, you don’t know. I want you to sit down at the table right now -”
“Dad,” he says.
“No,” I say, “I… 
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How To Make A Christmas List
From My Left Hand To You
Tuesday night I was sitting at my desk upstairs when I heard my youngest scream downstairs in the den. Dads instinctively know the difference between a he’s-not-sharing-with-me scream, an I-merely-stubbed-my-toe-but-am-going-for-the-Oscar scream and the dreaded I-was-just-tossed-into-a-hard-piece-of-furniture-by-my-big-brother scream. What I heard was the latter variety.
Gresham (eight) had hoisted Penelope (five) in the air on the soles of… 



