Four years ago, my visit to the U.S. Capitol was a beginner’s luck, as I was chased away by tear gas. Back then, I could only catch a glimpse of the grand chandelier and the famous ceiling murals before collapsing behind a pillar. This time, I returned to that familiar hall, witnessing what was supposed to be a solemn and procedural affair. No tear gas, no mob, no QAnon Shaman, no Proud Boys, and the raging president was also on his best behavior. However, in this ‘Christmas dinner’, we still had to confront the unresolved heartaches.