Merry Eve! Grandma came today, and we got some stocking stuffers for her at the pharmacy. The tree lights are on and we’re all watching a quiz show right now. I just finished a novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym. What are you doing this evening? How are you doing?
My fever is declining, however slowly. My head is fine in the mornings but pained in the evenings. Since little has happened today to recount, I will just tell you simply: when I remember old Christmases I hear them through the music from Home Alone and the oldest Disney films. There’s little in Christmas but melancholy now. I wish you were here. Sleep easily; I have a memory, from many years ago, in Mom’s (Jess’) house, where we were looking out the window, and I claimed to see Blitzen. We tried to go out and tell Mom, but she ushered us back into the room, definitely putting presents under the tree. “I saw Blitzen!” I think Mom (Mel) was also there.
With love,
Alice