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Friends report concocting cold-weather favorites, like wild rice soup, lasagna, scalloped potatoes with ham, cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting, chicken/pheasant pot pie and beef stew.

Sometimes it’s the lingering scent of grilled meat or fish that draws Earl; other nights, it’s a certain combination of seeds and nuts served up in a hanging bird feeder that entices.

My Christmas wish is for tolerance and understanding of others.

Trust me, I’m GRATEFUL — and envious — of everyone who can and does churn out incredible creations, whether useful, artistic or both. But that talent is simply not in my toolbox.

In my humble opinion, all this “grappling” is ridiculous. Overkill. Excessive. TOO MUCH.

At the risk of seeming like an overly inquisitive, whiny six-year-old, I request your indulgence in posing a list of questions this transitional month has prompted.

In what universe does a college student arrive home at 6 a.m. on Christmas morning with just two bags?