December 14th. You must be joking.
How, after telling myself Christmas would never sneak up on me again, has it done exactly that?
Youngest teen son, card magician extraordinaire, gave me permission to use this photo. Perhaps he’ll regret it.
But my loss is your gain, because today’s post is simple. I’m too covered in wrapping paper and flour to wax poetic.
But I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve already received some gifts. Unexpected gifts that come in the form of kindness and generosity from others. So before I get back to flinging flour and packing brown sugar, I’d like to extend my heartfelt thanks to:
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