As much pomp and circumstance as there is to be found right about now, Fred Rogers once likened this time of year to a more subdued pastime: the ritual of reading. “I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story,” he once said. “The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes...”

That familiarity is often intertwined with a sense of place, and no place quite evokes that familiar feeling like Grandma’s house during the holidays. (Okay, Grandpa may be there too, but you know what we mean.) There’s comfort (and joy!) in sleeping in the same bed where you once donned foot pajamas, in knowing precisely where the mixing bowls can be found, in anticipating the creak of every stair tread... We may live in a w

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