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Martha peeked out the window. The beginning signs of the Christmas season were all around. The evening meal was simmering away and the smells wafted from room to room.She sat to enjoy a cup of tea and think about things done and things that needed to be done. |
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Finally she'd finished the tromp l'oeil painting under the chair railing and it made the dining room look elegant. This Christmas would be a good one. Her mom was coming to help with the traditional Christmas baking; babka, Christmas stollen, and their dramatic masterpeice, croque-en-bouche with the melted spun sugar thrown over it. |
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She was letting the children help with the gingerbread house this year and how they enjoyed it! She looked around and admired the polished brass and copper, the furniture that had been waxed, and the floors that shone with a soft patina. | |||
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Later tonight while Macon was making the garlands, she'd make the special placecards for the Christmas dinner guests.
She relaxed and took a deep breath and ... "What is that smell? Something's burning!" The madeleines she was baking were burning. After tossing the blackened delicate French madeleines in the trash, she reached into the cupboard and took out some homemade cookies from the lady down the road."Hmmm..." she thought, "neighbors can come in handy". She smiled. |
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