were lovely, the writing was so delicate and beautiful, though i’m not usually a fan of short stories, i found myself really enjoying these two. all of this, however, does not even begin to explain a christmas memory. looking back on it now, i don’t quite know what made this particular story more enjoyable for me than the other two, but for some reason i felt like i connected to it better. i also felt that it was incredibly powerful, though it was so short (and sweet!). 