"His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame..."

[nineweaving]

 A very pleasant Christmas Day with Fox and family.  In all my long years, I'd never hosted such a gathering, but I improvised a tree (or rather a bough) decked with trinkets; built a glorious fire; set out cakes; overstuffed a stocking (cute socks, a Slinky, an orange at the toe).  We made new ornaments with origami paper; played with Fox's new

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[sartorias]

That sounds like a terrific day!