Because several of the past entries were written weeks after the actual days, I forgot about some.
In no particular order:
- Alex made a wreath and brought it to our house when they came for their extended visit. It is lovely and still delights me with its scent when I pass my front door on sunny days.
- I had my first house dream in a very long time. Once again, we’d moved from our home into a house with many rooms, some hidden. The previous owners had left many of their belongings and I was delighted that I had a chance to visit each room and see what was left behind. I was disappointed when I awoke.
- Our neighbors brought us some delightfully delicious mincemeat cookies delightfully wrapped in red cellophane.
- Alex made Christmas morning scones.
When I'm Sixty-four 
That wreath is gorgeous! Alex is very talented.
I’d call them mince pies, rather than mincemeat cookies, but they are delicious whatever you call them. They’re my Christmas specialty.
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