It's a white Christmas, after all. I can't get enough of snow. I am slightly intoxicated on white wine, and stuffed on far too many cookies.
It does feel like "the most wonderful time of the year": There were blue jays outside the window this morning, and a couple of deer wandered into the back yard last night.
April sent a gingerbread house kit
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