Christmas came to Fenwick Street for the first time.Not our first Christmas. Mine and Isla's had been five of them, small and deliberately warm, the two of us in the apartment with whatever we had made of the season in the way of people who understood that traditions were things you built rather than things that arrived ready made.This was different.This was the first Christmas that was all of us together and the first Christmas in a space that had been built for exactly this and the first Christmas that felt like the beginning of something that would repeat and deepen and become, over years, one of the things Isla would carry forward into her own life as simply how Christmas was.Isla had opinions.She had been developing them since October and had documented them in the purple notebook in a section beginning on page seventy one under the heading CHRISTMAS with subsections covering decoration, food, timing, and what she called atmosphere which she said was the most important categ
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