My older brothers had a favourite Christmas tradition. They used to save up the cardboard tubes from those rolls of wrapping paper and whap me with them until my mother made them stop. Through the years, our Christmas traditions became less violent. They involved sleeping under the Christmas tree, watching Star Wars, making Norwegian Lefsa,…

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When I was a kid, I loved snow. It meant snow forts, snowballs, snowmen and plunging down steep hills on rickety toboggans. Being the youngest, I often found myself beneath piles of it with my brothers perched on top. If my sister didn’t dig me out, I might still be there. But I loved every…

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