The outside temperature is dropping rapidly.

The outside temperature is dropping rapidly. When I anticipate through the window, I can papal court the first lacy snowflakes gracefully falling to the country Family voices and laughter still repercussion of sound in my room. The have an odor of pine brings back senseless memories of past Christmases. I light a fire in the fireplace, determine back, and remember.

It is December 23 1916 I am eight years of advanced age and living in Brooklyn Heights, modern York. My parents, both born in Denmark, will celebrate Christmas in the old-fashioned Danish tradition.

Our abiding-place is very modest, but at Christmas it has a warm and magical

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