Today, tree trimming and Santa Claus. My little one’s first candy cane. Her joy at unraveling the ornaments wrapped in tissue paper, “Look, mommy, another present!” Our kitties will end up with sticky sap spots on their heads from crouching beneath the tree. Nostalgia permeates the air like chimney smoke. All the twinkling white lights are that magical combination of comfort, romance, and hope.
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