So this is Christmas…

I’m sitting next to a tall, rotund tree that’s just been watered, and the fire is going, and, “The Smiths,” are playing, just preceded by Chet Baker singing woefully, “My Funny Valentine.”

Christmas morning.

Scrambled eggs and creme fraiche and some white truffle shavings.

The dog made out big: A Mr. Bill toy that squeaks, “Oh no!” when in his jaws.

Tajarin and white truffle shavings soon.

“The Interview” on cable.

Long walks through deserted neighborhoods.

Leg of lamb and Robuchon mashed potatoes with more white truffles for Christmas dinner.

Peace & love.

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