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Oh hells yes to pajamas! Only I, my mother, and my brother celebrate xmas together. It's the one holiday where no extended family is allowed to intrude and ruin anything. We've established a fabulous tradition of creating ridiculously elaborate meals for just the three of us, served on a full-out finest china/crystals/candelabra/etc properly set table, all whilst in our most comfortable, slouchy, ugly pajamas/houseclothing. (Frankly, I think my mother will count herself lucky if we deign to wear pants.) It's truly wonderful and great, great fun. (Also extremely delicious, if I say so myself before the six hours of cooking I have ahead of me tomorrow/today/Monday.)
I rose in rainy autumn and walked abroad in a shower of all my days.