Its 2013

It was late afternoon in Calabasas. Golden light poured across Kris Jenner’s estate, spilling over the polished floors and cascading through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, Mason and Penelope played on the lawn, Scott lounging nearby with a half-hearted attempt at supervising. Inside, the scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air as the family prepared for their annual holiday gathering—a tradition that somehow survived every argument, breakup, and chaotic headline.

Kim sat on the oversized sectional, baby North in her arms, swaddled in a soft white blanket. She rocked gently, her gaze drifting toward the fireplace where old family photos were already laid out for tonight’s nostalgia-fueled unwrapping ritual. Kourtney was nearby, sipping peppermint tea, keeping a watchful eye on the kids, while Khloé flitted between the kitchen and living room, laughing at something Rob had just mumbled under his breath. Kris hovered like a general on the battlefield, making sure everything—from decorations to snacks—was perfectly in place. They were going to unpack their gifts, their stockings and watch old videos.

The sisters exchanged knowing glances, the kind that silently acknowledged the drama of the past year: Kim navigating new motherhood, Khloé balancing marriage stress, Kourtney juggling two kids and Scott’s antics, and the subtle tension between Kris and Bruce looming just out of sight. But for now, that all melted away in the glow of twinkling lights and the promise of family togetherness.

Kim adjusted North on her hip, a small smile tugging at her lips. She picked up the first carefully wrapped gift, the paper crisp under her fingers. The room fell quiet, anticipation hanging thick as everyone prepared to relive old memories—unwrapping presents, watching childhood videos, laughing at moments that felt both distant and painfully recent.

Kim: “Okay… let’s start with something simple. But before we do—can we just take a second? I feel like we never really talked about how everything changed this year… with North, with all of us. I mean, it’s been a lot.”

The wind outside rattled the windows, a soft reminder that while the world watched them in constant glare, here in the living room, they were just family. Together. For tonight, that was enough.