Ghosts of Christmases Past

1 I am 12 years old. In our non-practicing Jewish household, Christmas morning means an assortment of gifts on the fireplace hearth (though no tree). I come down through the cold house to see what "Santa" has brought, though I will wait until my parents are awake to open them. This year, there's a spiral-bound... Continue Reading →

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