Always my favorite night of the year—a piñon fire fragrant and meditative; farolitos lining walls and paths and rooftops; candlelight and evergreen; Pavarotti singing "O Holy Night"; clam chowder with potatoes and bacon, and my Mother's julekake, Norwegian Christmas bread; the feeling of anticipation, of being young again and full of love and hope.
This quote capture the spirit well:
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
—Charles Dickens
And this is profundly true:
Christmas is a time when you get homesick—even when you're home.
—Carol Nelson
And on that pensive note—to all a good night.
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