Holiday feelings at Irene Wilde’s great (re-newed) blog:
Back home, we enjoy a cup of cocoa, and then The Child goes off to do whatever it is that teenagers do in their rooms (it isn’t cleaning, that’s for certain), and Barbara Stanwyck is learning to flip flap-jacks from S.Z. Sakall (one of the great character actors of all time) on the television, which is still in blessed black and white. The Cat slips onto my lap and settles down. Everyone at Chez Wilde is warm and cozy. The darkness, for us this year, is something distant and abstract. Having a few minutes to reflect on that and be grateful for it is that girdle-free first breath.