The night before
Despite the soothing sentiments of the Clement Moore classic poem, there would be no rest for anyone on the night before Christmas... and the start of Chanukah. There was a feast to prepare. There were packages to wrap. There was cleaning still to finish. There was even a dog to walk, since I'd volunteered to provide canine care for my neighbor so he could head south to be with his kids and grandkids. Before my grandsons and their folks, and my brother Rob arrived, my granddaughter Stasia, who'd gotten here last night, still had some last minute tweaking to do on the Christmas decorations. As she is learning, making a house festive is always a work-in-progress. There may be a beginning, but there's never really an end.
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