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My neighbors have already ousted their Christmas tree, and though I know a tree doesn’t have feelings, I still wonder.

Bungalow-style homes feel instantly familiar and invite a slow, quiet ease.

If creativity had a universal language, it would be LEGO bricks clicking together.

Christmas Eve parking lots are a jungle—a tangle, a misfit of harried souls.

When people around you are people-watching, you’re one of the people they’re watching.

To play Santa, kind eyes are a must. 

I wonder if there’s such a thing as a gift-wrapping influencer.

Wrapping gifts is surprisingly time-consuming.

My preferred state is being under a blanket.

No one pretends to care less than a pack of high school boys.