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    One Year, One Word

    The January Hangover is a real thing. After months of planning, executing and surviving another magical holiday season, it ends like a down on a thistle. The kids are crazy-eyed, over-sugared and one sibling-rivalry away from a complete meltdown. And parents are left holding a lawn waste bag filled with hours of wrapping paper labor.  The Christmas lights need to come down in temperatures no less than 30 degrees colder than when they were put up. The loose Styrofoam that protects the sweet nativity looks like snow as the scene comes out of the box and like anthrax when it gets put away.  For a majority of us, the last…