EVERYWHERE YOU GO
Time stretches and compresses and suddenly days have gone by without warning; this is how the year flies, how they all fly, until suddenly you’re aged and wondering where your youth and resiliance went. The house is full of Christmas glitter if not yet Christmas cheer: the windows are full of advent candelabra and golden Christmas stars, we’ve put up the snowman card holder made from felt by my great-aunt, the garlands of red and gold beading, the hand-knit personalized stockings, the cinnamon candles and santa figurines. Years worth of little tomtes made by the children are crowded into a...