My memories of December take me back to a white farmhouse in the middle of grass seed fields, with my four brothers and one sister, poking ribs and making jokes around the wood stove. If we were lucky, we'd be surrounded by snow and immersed in the scents of our winter home. There's nothing I love more than the aroma of solstice spices, the most beautiful tree all lit up, and the warmth of a wood stove.
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It's snack time!
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