Post-Christmas Reflections About Family

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This year I watched my 18 month old nephew open his Christmas presents via FaceTime. It was 9.30pm on Christmas Eve and I was sitting in a friend’s guest bedroom in London. My nephew and the rest of my family were back home in Sydney having recently woken up to an already sweltering Christmas morning. I watched him rip off the wrapping paper with ever more vigour.

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