What’s For Dinner? Anna Sylvester 12/4/25 Winter descends, or does it? It is a very warm December 24; the mercury reaches 80 degrees Fahrenheit. This is atypical but it follows the rest of the previous 365 weird topsy turvy days. Since last Christmas these oddities occurred: Uncle Bill became Aunt Doris; Aunt Shelia went on a sabbatical and became a Buddhist; Cousin Jimmy left town and has not returned, although he does send an occasional postcard. But I digress. Here I am lo

by Jay Fiondella John reached for the steaming hot cup of cocoa from the kitchen table. It was difficult for him to navigate the journey to his bedroom, holding his cane in his right hand and the cup in his left. Tomorrow morning, he was sure there would be a trail of spilled cocoa upon the floor leading from the kitchen to his room. It was Christmas Eve, and at the ripe age of 90, he had no delusions of getting a visit from Santa this evening. His wife, Jenna, had passed awa