(my sisters and i on Christmas Eve many years ago...)I'm back.
Sometimes Christmas seems like a dream. The bags are unpacked and everything is back in its rightful place. It doesn't even look like I went anywhere. I bought a candle that is cinnamon-y and burned it last night as I folded laundry and put my new ornaments in the christmas box. That was quite a walk down memory lane. There were little painted dolls from the market in Pushkin, Russia, a porcelain bear wearing a velvet dress that I received when I was in elementary school and several handmade ornaments from my great-grandma.
I just love this time of year...
