Don't need a coat and you don't need your shoes
I am returned from Christmas, which was celebrated this year with
rushthatspeaks,
spatch,
choco_frosh, and my parents. The front steps were icy enough for A Muppet Family Christmas (1987). We opened stockings and exchanged presents or IOUs as needed. I have cider caramels and new socks and Alan Garner's Treacle Walker (2021), which my mother somehow managed to order from England in a year when shipping within the continental U.S. is fraught with disappointment and tears. (I did succeed in obtaining a piece of
elisem's jewelry for one of my husbands and the autobiography of Arthur Anderson for the other.) We had the traditional roast beef followed by the traditional plum pudding alight with the traditional brandy. Listening to Emily Smith's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" reminded me again that theologically-lyrically I have almost a negative affinity for that song and emotionally-musically I am deeply attached to it. I heard it first in the 1935 A Tale of Two Cities. My brother and my niece will be coming over for Boxing Day, as is also traditional, which gives us time to fashion another Paleozoic postcard. Until then, I plan to read with cats.

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I don't know which song it was, but my mother heard her on the radio and bought my father her Christmas album, which was playing between the opening of presents and the eating of dinner. I have ascertained that I like her "Twa Sisters," too. (She does the version I think of as the Clannad version, but since it is not infrequently stuck in my head alternating with the minor-key mirror I think of as the Roger Wilson version, I'm not complaining.)
The humans and animals in your day sound perfect--Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
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I will look for that one!