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A Gold Coast Christmas

December 27, 2016

Growing up in Hinsdale, there was no season more spectacular than Christmastime. The town simply glowed during the month of December: white lights on Washington Street, wreathes on every door, a decorated tree in front of the library. The last day of school before Christmas break was always a joyous one. We’d watch holiday cartoons (think The Grinch and Charlie Brown) before the final bell rung, signaling a two-week vacation that seemed like an eternity. I’d spend the days leading up to the 25th helping my mom wrap presents, decorating sugar cookies and exchanging gifts with friends.

This year was a Gold Coast Christmas. I still went home to Hinsdale for the long weekend, but much of the season took place in the city. The time flew by, and now that Christmas has come, I want to remember as much as possible:

Decorating my condo with all things festive, like my beloved tree (I put this up on November 2nd!) and Madeline’s Christmas and the sweetest Nutcracker glassware.
The lights on the mansions and buildings.
Writing and addressing 300+ MSC holiday postcards.

Coffee talk and gift-giving at the 3rd Coast, a café across the street from me.
Giving my December clients the most adorable Santa plates.
A festive dinner at the Four Seasons (the scene of many Stone family Christmas celebrations).
Lots of holiday parties and glasses of wine.
Attending “Lessons and Carols,” a very special Christmas service at Park.
Gifts, dinner and an incredible Sofar Sounds show.

Watching White Christmas too many times.
Reuniting with my childhood best friend (&co.) at Restoration Hardware.
The Joffrey Ballet’s Nutcracker. Magical.

Getting together with old friends. Laughing because nothing’s changed.

Visiting my Gold Coast bestie’s childhood home in the suburbs. More laughter and more wine. 

A candlelit Christmas Eve dinner at home and lots of cousin catch-up.

Dancing to Amy Grant Christmas songs with my brother and grandma.
Praying with my brothers and parents before we opened gifts the next morning.

Presents. Lox. Three cups of coffee. A lazy, lazy Christmas day in pajamas.

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