On my drive back to my family's home, there's a particular wooded area that, for reasons unknown, always makes me think of London townhouses, probably in the Regency era, all lit up with candles for the evening. It's some sort of weird trigger, I guess. At this time of year, I'll certainly be imagining the house festooned with greenery, with sugared fruits and other confections set out. And perhaps the family will be eating dinner, before they go to attend a concert that would include Corelli's Christmas concerto.
Happy holidays to you all!
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