"You see," Alexandru said, raising his glass. "People say 'Ce Crăciun era odată' because they think those times are gone. But 'once upon a time' is just waiting for someone to remember it. Tonight, we didn't just remember it. We lived it."
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In the old days, Christmas didn't start with a trip to a store; it started in the soul. Alexandru remembered his childhood, where the air smelled of singed straw from the ritual of the pig, and the kitchen was a battlefield of flour and walnuts. His mother would bake cozonac in a clay oven, its golden crust glowing like a sunset. "You see," Alexandru said, raising his glass
Alexandru sat at the head of the table. He looked at the tired, happy faces of the young men. They weren't checking their phones; they were laughing about the deep snowdrifts they had waded through. Tonight, we didn't just remember it