Maybe it came from my grandmother, this joy in the season and its magic. Since childhood nothing swayed my excitement. It has carried me through many difficult times without ebbing. The Christmas closet, where the new stash starts almost the moment Christmas Day ends, and continues throughout the year.

Magic and joy, magic and joy, magic and joy….

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