Page 87 of My Brother's Best Friend Is the Mafia Grinch

“Have you made your grumpy snowman, Mommy?” Lila asks.

Damian smiles at me, and I know he’s remembering the first time we built a snowman, mouth turned downward. It’s become a tradition for us to build one every year—a reminder of where we came from, a reminder to never stop being thankful for everything we have.

“What’d you think?” I ask.

Tommy clambers down from his father’s arms and runs to me, wrapping his arms around my hips. “It’s perfect, Mommy. Everything’s perfect.”

Lila waves her arms. “Best Christmas ever.”

Julian smiles. “You say that every year, sweetheart.”

“It’salwaysthe best Christmas ever, Uncle Ju-Ju.”

Damian wraps his arm around me—my Grinch, my Beast, my everything. He kisses me tenderly on the cheek. “Couldn’t agree more.”

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