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Abruptly, Christmas joy feels unthinkable — and essential

The phone rang just after 10 Saturday morning in an old farmhouse along Walnut Tree Hill Road in Newtown, Conn. Julia Wasserman had been undecided about even going to the farm, which she and her late husband bought decades ago, and where people still come to cut their own Christmas trees. She answered.

Yes, she said, the farm was open.

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