
Ah, the small pleasures in life. Fresh coffee with the last of the Dresdner Stollen, a quiet couple of hours at the painting desk yesterday evening (photos to follow), marvelling at various old seasonal images, an ancient cat waiting patiently to sit on my shoulders, a bit of snow still on the ground outside, fragrant Christmas trees in the house, a brightly lighted star hanging in the front window, a sleeping baby, late breakfasts at the dining table, and whimsically knitted woolen stockings hanging from the mantle. Yes, it must be Christmas time.
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-- Jeff