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“Yes, I did, Grammy,” I say. “Now, let’s get you inside.”
CHAPTER 22Juniper
SONG OF THE DAY:
“Snowbound” by Sarah Vaughan
I love the way
houses at Christmas look
all lit up with lights
inflatable dinos or reindeer
littering yards
candles and wreaths
adorning doorways and windows.
But more than the cheery decor
it’s the smells—
the way rooms fill
with the scents of pine and cinnamon
rosemary and thyme
vanilla and cloves
simmering in a pot on the stove.
I missed this last
Christmas, a disaster
after Mama Alice left
and Mom was too depressed
to do any of our traditions
like baking cookies
roasting her famous
herbed butter turkey
apple cider and movies
after dinner.
I was worried
this year would be
