This year my mother and I bought a dark-patterned wrapping paper which seems to show hares and holly and green branches and birds intermingled and we have thought from the first time we saw it that there are foxes, but whenever we look we can't see them.
Ten years ago I found out that the 1935 A Tale of Two Cities was a Christmas release, hence its otherwise inexplicably invented—albeit charming rather than saccharine—scene of accidentally collecting Carton for midnight mass in the middle of his pub crawl, which in high school introduced me to "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" and all these years later seems to have fixed a slightly foxed Ronald Colman as one of my Christmas-ish icons.
It snowed thinly again this morning and is staying crust-crunching cold.
Merry Erev Christmas.
Ten years ago I found out that the 1935 A Tale of Two Cities was a Christmas release, hence its otherwise inexplicably invented—albeit charming rather than saccharine—scene of accidentally collecting Carton for midnight mass in the middle of his pub crawl, which in high school introduced me to "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" and all these years later seems to have fixed a slightly foxed Ronald Colman as one of my Christmas-ish icons.
It snowed thinly again this morning and is staying crust-crunching cold.
Merry Erev Christmas.
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