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The morning after our garden fair, Rita stopped by with a basket of raspberries still warm from the sun. Her granddaughter insisted they give them

The bakery windows were fogged from the ovens when I walked past that morning, trays of mince pies stacked high as a little December crowd

One of my dearest neighbors, Luisa, hosts an ornament exchange every December a warm gathering filled with cinnamon candles, twinkling garlands, and neighbors balancing cups

The first snow of December had just begun to dust the sidewalks outside the church’s annual holiday bake sale. A group of us neighbors, choir

Every December, as the cold settles in and evenings grow shorter, the kitchen slowly turns into the warmest corner of our home. The old radio