2017 marks a year of change, new traditions for Christmas. I spend the days after the longest head cold ever, preparing Sicilian sweets, an assortment of cookies, and freshly, baked bread.
On Christmas Eve, after dinner with new friends, I add an old tradition started with my Dad. We would stay up to watch It’s A Wonderful Life on the sofa together, with a steaming mug of hot cocoa.
Tonight I’m wearing my dad’s flannel pajamas, a tin of cookies at the foot of the tree, waiting for Santa’s sleigh bells, and Clarence’s wings.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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