Old Québec by the author
Ah, the memories we writers carry from all our Decembers Past: how those who loved us would spend hours preparing special foods only eaten at this time, presents, decorations, catching up on family gossip, watching favourite seasonal movies. For me, I especially loved the stories, the family memories.
Now, as my father loses his grip on his memories, his stories, I will catch and hold them for him.
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