Dearest Diary,
I wrote to you yesterday of a fantastical feast to take place this afternoon, and I cannot think of a more appropriate term for the celebration. I am most grateful for the many friends I have garnered over the years and for a family like no other. I am oft convinced there is none their equal in many respects. I had the good fortune of sharing the celebration with such family and friends this afternoon and it was a splendid way to begin the advent season. Mother gifted us each with a painting of the home of our youth as it was seen in the winter months and it is a beautiful scene with which to decorate. I have grown certain now that there is not a bit of waking energy in my countenance nor any room for a late-night cup of tea. I shall instead away quickly to bed that the holiday might continue on the morrow...
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