Oh! Tannenbaum?!

(Jaq and Kate) spent the early hours of the afternoon preparing a traditional Christmas Eve supper of kibbneh and tabouleh and baba ghanoush. It was Jaq’s grandfather Louie, after all, the man in the moon, who had been Chaldean. Around three o’clock the door chimes rang once again. Nothing had happened all afternoon. Nothing at […]

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