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One of the many joys of Thanksgiving break besides the slight reprieve from the constant flow of school work is the chance to have a little free time — a concept we tend to forget about while living in work-centric Saratoga.

The unit I remember most from ninth-grade Biology class with Mrs. Nicholson was the pig dissection.

A sea of orange bursts into wild cheers while a motley band of Falcons’ fans bursts into groans. And all the while we sat there silent and confused.

Multicolored lights spiral around, leading up to the indispensable star crowning the tree. Gifts from Santa are piled underneath, while hot chocolate and cookies await the family as they return from their adventure in the great, white outdoors. It is the perfect Christmas. Or maybe this only happens in movies.