It used to be that I went to my grandparent's house for the whole week of Christmas vacation. That's me drinking out of my Santa mug (yes, I still have it) in a wonderful room called the "Breakfast Nook" which was part of the kitchen. This I miss and I guess Christmas is always gone when you are the only person left who remembers things like this. The next year my grandmother, a widow, moved to a large apartment.
I have been lucky this year to get two book contracts and to have people respond to sharing ideas, photos and stories. Thanks to them for making my holidays bright.
Time to sit and listen to a book. It's not as good as being at grandma's but it's something...
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