Odd things I remember from Decembers of my childhood: clementines and the sturdy wooden crates they came in; brazil nuts and other nuts and those awkward U-shaped nutcrackers and nut picks both with engraved patterns on the handles; refrigerator cookies made from my grandmother’s recipe that we called St. Nicholas cookies; making fruitcakes and wrapping them in brandy-soaked cloths then plastic and storing them in the basement then mopping the kitchen floor because the whole process was so messy….
But now it’s January, and I’m far from my childhood….