Ça commence.

We are awake — and so is the little one, already wide‑eyed and inspecting every new present under the tree. It’s barely morning, the lights are still soft, and the house is quiet except for the sound of tiny hands gently turning over gift tags. The magic of the day has officially begun 🎄✨

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White Christmas incoming.

Houses.

It’s safer to leave the house outside, lest a little one get into too much candy. Serendipity conspired with snow to get the shot.

La journée finit.

Christmas supper was simple and perfect tonight—good food, easy laughter, and that rare sense that everyone at the table felt held and appreciated. Now I’m home with Radio Martí drifting in over shortwave, a Budweiser Zero in hand, and the room settling into that soft post‑holiday quiet. I’m also waiting for the lower bands to open up so I can see whether any tropical‑band stations make it through the noise. It’s a small ritual, but it fits the night: calm, steady, and full of that lingering feeling that everyone is loved.