A Holy Night


Colorful wrapping paper torn and strewn about the floor.  Faint Christmas music coming through new speakers.  An overcrowded dining table.  Separate stashes of treasures and sounds of pleasant chatter fill the living room, while It’s a Wonderful Life plays on the TV.  This is the Christmas I have come to know and love

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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