Leslie got me the most excellent pillow I've ever seen. It's a page from an old fabric children's book, sewn onto a wool panel. And it's the sad-sackiest page imaginable. Poor Red Squirrel is lame and cannot gather any nuts. Everybody gets there before him - the grey squirrels, the brown squirrels, even the small boys (who, alas, are not pictured).
Shana made me a stocking, and filled it with Etsy delights of every kind. My dad got me a great book about the Red Sox (yay!) and the Yankees (boo!), and my mom sent beautiful slate coasters. Matt sent me a signed first edition by one of my favorite writers. My clever siblings made me cards and sugar scrub. How lucky am I? Thanks, sweet people.