|THE MOST SACRED OF RELIGIOUS HOLIDAYS|
I spent many a content stem cell collection hour wrapping scores of hanging wreaths and puffy snowmen and crystal Santas and ceramic trees. They even required new boxes. The old ones seemed dusty. So OFF to liquor stores I traipsed for empty cases that once housed up to 20 one-litre bottles of elixirs for the damned, but now cradle delicate dangling tree balls and scores of Baby Jesi.