The doorbell echoes through the space. It’s about to get louder. Let the holiday begin.

Taylor, her twin daughters, Trenton, his wife, Ava, and their sons, Hale and Grant, spill into the front room. Their arms are full of groceries, pots and pans, board games, and electronics. One of the delivery staff wheels a metal cart full of more goodies. Silly me. I thought we had most of the stuff we needed for tomorrow.

“Everything to the dining room table, please,” Taylor ...