Christmas slewed up out of nowhere this year. Road salt isn't frost, but it glitters almost as whitely by the sides of the road. I chopped a great quantity of dates and apricots for a last-minute pudding and my father just sent me Ralph Richardson in a one-hour A Christmas Carol from 1965. Merry Erev Christmas.
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