As a teenager, my dad used to challenge me and my siblings to recognize the voices of artists who sang Christmas songs and see who could name them the fastest.
When I was a child, there was a family in our neighborhood who always came caroling on Christmas Eve. They’d sing for us and give us a perfectly round (baked in a soup can) loaf of banana bread, frosted with buttercream frosting and topped with a sprig of holly. Christmas had arrived.
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