Memories of Christmas seasons past:
Tables full of walnut strudel, a freezer full of Christmas cookies and Grandma Subity's walnut torte.
Waking up to the house smelling like turkey and a tables full of food at Christmas dinner.
The year we had to tie the Christmas tree to the wall to keep it from falling over... (it only fell over three times before we figured it out.)
The year Dad warned John not to tip the rocking chair back too far, he did anyways, it broke, and he almost went through the living room window.
Everything coming to a halt at noon to listen to the Queen's Christmas Message.
The year we discovered that, at Thanksgiving, (October for my international friends), someone put a clean dessert plate on top of a pile of dirty ones, and it was not noticed by the person putting dishes back into the china cabinet.
John and Jim modelling kimonos.
Another empty chair.
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