This morning felt like Christmas. A fire crackled as we opened our lovely gifts from last night, among them a Robert Sabuda pop-up, The Night Before Christmas. My grandmother loved Sabuda’s work and these books always make us think of her. In the afternoon we went to our dear friends’ Christmas party, another round of fun and food and jingle bells and the simple and essential joy of being with good friends and sharing conversation. And now it’s snowing! A fine white dusting has quieted the evening, and the weekend’s parties have me feeling that Christmas spirit.
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