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Here’s a treat Ted and I have been enjoying lately, a mix of rye whiskey and ginger liqueur. It seems absolutely right for the wintry weather.

My first read of the new year. A wonderful novel that imagines what might have happened to three lighthouse keepers who disappeared from a remote sea-washed lighthouse in the outer Hebrides in 1900. What’s on your reading list for 2022?

Ted and I watched the fantasy movie A Boy Called Christmas last week. It’s a fun, forgettable piece of entertainment, but one line from the film stayed with us. The elderly babysitter, played by Maggie Smith, says, “The universe is made of stories, not atoms.” The line got our attention.

Every Christmas, Ted bakes eight dozen snickerdoodles for our nieces and nephews and their families in North and South Carolina. (It’s enough for us to have a few extras. Cue the smiley face.) He’s continuing a tradition begun by his mother, who baked these yummy vanilla-laced and cinnamon-coated cookies every year. Read on for the recipe.

Ted and I agreed to light the third Advent candle this past Sunday at our Presbyterian church in downtown Atlanta. Easy peasy, we thought.

Because of travel, we had missed the previous two candle lightings. But when I viewed the video of one of the services, panic set in. This was a more complicated ceremony than the one at our former church in the northeast Georgia mountains. Way. More. Complicated.