What a timely vent, love
—Christmas does sneak up with its baggage, doesn't it? From crammed tables in the old days to these scattershot gatherings now, with half the brood jetting off or just... silent. Your New York dilemma tugs at my heart; I remember waving off my girl to Canada, tears and all. But oh, the joys of adaptation—a quiet Norfolk Yuletide with a crackling fire and perhaps a puzzle by the window? Don't forget the crackers; I spy some jolly ones on eBay already. Grateful for threads like this to share the load. What's one tradition you're determined to keep?