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And we'll all go together to the hills white with snow
This time last year, I was in my parents' house in Lexington, watching Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (1977) with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel. My brother and his wife still lived in Belmont and were not yet parents. Tonight, we have just finished wrapping the present for our niece and placing it beneath our tiny potted bonsai of a Christmas tree (we've acquired one since my last post—my mother left it on our doorstep with a note reading "Noyes Taaffe #2," which is not quite as good as "Please look after this bear," but I still like it) along with the other gifts we will give tomorrow. My parents are holding their traditional open house with eggnog; there will be plum pudding after dinner, even if this year I'll only help steam it. Earlier this evening we celebrated with rushthatspeaks, gaudior and parents, and nineweaving. We make new traditions. So things grow.
derspatchel. My brother and his wife still lived in Belmont and were not yet parents. Tonight, we have just finished wrapping the present for our niece and placing it beneath our tiny potted bonsai of a Christmas tree (we've acquired one since my last post—my mother left it on our doorstep with a note reading "Noyes Taaffe #2," which is not quite as good as "Please look after this bear," but I still like it) along with the other gifts we will give tomorrow. My parents are holding their traditional open house with eggnog; there will be plum pudding after dinner, even if this year I'll only help steam it. Earlier this evening we celebrated with rushthatspeaks, gaudior and parents, and nineweaving. We make new traditions. So things grow.
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It was still a good Christmas Eve!