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 Welcome to our Christmas World!


        Features on this page:

Christmas Weather
find out where the snow is

Vallone Twins Christmas Photos
annual Christmas portraits
Merry Christmas Jukebox 
download MP3s of kids Christmas songs
Annual Family Christmas Newsletters
download PDF files to print or read
Vallone Twins' First Christmas
Santa meets the twins
Photos from family holiday events
links to more Christmas photos
An Old Fashioned Christmas
a scrapbook of Christmas memories
Visiting Christmas Yesteryear 
vintage sounds and images
A Christmas Puzzle
something to do after presents
A Christmas Story
Don Christmas memories
Holiday Recipes
traditional Christmas goodies
On the Web
links to our favorite Christmas sites
Yule Log
our traditional "live" blazing Yule Log
Our Christmas Music Station
Our radio announcers, young Maranda and Samantha Vallone, will entertain you with some of their favorite Christmas stories and songs


Winter Wonderland!

Reindeer by Maranda Vallone



Will we have a WHITE CHRISTMAS?

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Fun in the SNOW!


Thanks for Visiting Us!

Have a Merry Christmas
& Happy New Year!






Vallone Twins Christmas Memories


Christmas, 2008



Christmas, 2007
Samantha (left), and Maranda (right)

 Christmas, 2006

Christmas , 2005


Christmas , 2004
(Jan, 2005)





Merry Christmas Jukebox!
Christmas songs from the past and present as well as Old-Time Radio shows from Christmases past!


Christmas with the Caroleers

          If you were a little one during the 1960's or 70's, you may remember owning one or more Christmas records made especially for kids with colorful album covers and bouncy original songs recorded by a group called the Caroleer Singers.  This was a prolific group of talented vocalists who, for some reason, rarely got billing on their albums.  I suspect that they were commissioned by a record label at some point to produce a quantity of holiday songs for children, which would then be marketed in various combinations and under various labels.  We know of several such albums that exist, and enjoyed many of these songs as children ourselves.  If you have heard them, they will bring back a flood of childhood memories at Christmastime.  If you've never heard them, then you are in for a treat as you listen to some of the best children's holiday songs ever written.  My two-year-olds will attest to the fact that this music is highly addictive and dance-able!

Deck The Halls
Jack Frost's Christmas
Donner And Blitzen
Morris The Moose
Roly Poly The Polar Bear
The Day Before The Night Before Christmas
Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer
Frosty The Snowman
10,000 Santa Clauses
Who's That Up On The Roof
Silent Night
Jingle Bells

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Where Is Christmas?
Gonna Hang Up My Stocking
Icicles, Holly, Red Berries, And Snow
Who's That Up On The Roof
The Weatherman's Christmas Prayer
The Day Before The Night Before Christmas
The Christmas Tree That Ran Away
364 Days In The Year
North Pole Express
I Want An Elephant For Christmas
10,000 Santa Clauses

Sleigh Ride Jingle Bells
Ho, Ho, Ho It's Christmas
There's A Hole In My Christmas Stocking
Ride On Santa's Sleigh
Santa's Birthday
Christmas Mountain
The Christmas Stocking
The Little Elf
The Little Christmas Star
Mama Santa's Surprise

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town


When Santa Claus Gets Your Letter

Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer

Deck The Halls

Home For The Holidays

White Christmas

Silent Night

Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem

The Night Before Christmas Song

Hark The Herald Angels Sing


I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

The Little Drummer Boy

Santa Claus Is Coming To town

Jingle bells

Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Silent Night

O Little Town Of Bethlehem

Hark The Herald Angels Sing

It Came Upon A midnight Clear

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

Hail To Christmas

Joy To The World

Go Tell It On The Mountain

Christmas Hymn (Echo Song)

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Oh, Christmas Tree

Hark The Herald Angels Sing

I Saw Three Ships

Deck The Halls

The First Noel

Oh Come All Ye Faithful

Good King Wenceslas

Christmas with Grandma Moses

          This year I was surprised to discover that not only was Grandma Moses' art preserved for new generations to enjoy, but so were her memories of Christmas from the 1800s - in her own voice!  In the 1950s, when she was nearly 100 years old, RCA recorded an interview with Grandma Moses.  She spoke about Christmases in the country and one-horse open sleighs!  I found a copy of this record in a local thrift store and I am spending this Christmas listening to her first-hand account of what Christmas was like during the 19th century...and how she later painting those memories in her Christmas scenes.  Below is an excerpt of the LP with her Christmas interview for you to enjoy.

Click here to listen to Grandma Moses





Don & Amy's Annual Christmas Newsletter!

"Christmas Candy For Your Mind"

2018 Newsletter (download PDF)

2016 Newsletter (download PDF)

2015 Newsletter (download PDF)

2014 Newsletter (download PDF)

2013 Newsletter (download PDF)

2012 Christmas Card (download JPG)

2011 Newsletter (download PDF)

2008 Newsletter (download PDF)

2007 Newsletter (download PDF)

2006 Newsletter (download PDF)

2005 Bonus Newsletter (download PDF)

2005 Newsletter (download PDF)

2004 Newsletter (download PDF)

2003 Newsletter (download PDF)

2002 Newsletter (download PDF)

2000 Newsletter (download PDF)

1999 Newsletter (download PDF)


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Vallone Twins' First Christmas!

The twins are not sure what to think about the jolly old man with the long beard


Samantha & Maranda Vallone, born January 3, 2005

While the Vallone twins sleep, they are transported
  to a magical land of holiday enchantment......

A visit with Mr. Snowman.....then a nap on a cloud under the Christmas tree!

.......and visions of sugar plums danced in their heads












An Old-Fashioned Family Christmas!

A Scrapbook of Christmas Memories


Sharing Christmas memories of long ago and making new ones for tomorrow is part of what makes the holiday season so special. 

Clyde & Ida Montgomery, 1959




Some Vintage Christmas Postcards...




A Victorian Christmas...

I enjoyed creating the following video using authentic vintage artwork and music transferred from original gramophone and phonograph records from the 1890's to 1910's.

Enjoy this trip back in time to a real Victorian Christmas!







Visiting Christmas Yesteryear!

These images are taken from the pages of the 1927 Sears Roebuck Catalog!







A Christmas Puzzle!


How many words can you make using the letters that spell Christmas.  You can only use each letter as many times as it appears in the word (For example, you may use "s" twice in a word, but "t" only once).  Good Luck!







A Christmas Story

The Christmas Flame

Personal Reflections on Future Christmases Past

by Don Vallone, Jr. (1989)

The most enormous feeling of melancholy can surround a waning Christmas night. I wonder why I find myself looking back so soon into the past to reflect upon the excitement of this Christmas season.

Just a few short weeks ago we pulled the decorations out of their storage places. The activities of the day include wandering through the house with the Christmas wreaths in hand, holding them up to each door to determine which ones they would look best on, untangling sets of multi-colored lights and testing the bulbs, and voting on whether or not to put up the artificial tree or buy a real one. We decide on the real thing again this year, so that Saturday afternoon in early December my brother and I set out into the first blizzard of the season, bundled up in warm layers, to find our Christmas tree. It was so exciting to see the snow and wind turn our town into a winter wonderland, the perfect atmosphere to set the mood for bringing home the Christmas tree! Even though we couldn’t see the road ahead of us from time to time and had a few scares slipping and sliding in the drifting snow, we were determined to get our tree that day. We listened to a cassette of Christmas music in the truck and watched cars drive by with trees hanging out of trunks, through back seat windows, and tied down to the tops of cars. Determined to find the perfect tree, we walked through the driving snow with wind at our faces…I can’t remember feeling colder than I was that day.

We needed to find an indoor tree lot and finally we did. It was a lot of extra driving in the storm, but it was worth it. I have never seen so much Christmas under one roof. The hustle and bustle of the Christmas season was ever present as everyone there had the same idea of getting out of the cold. Christmas plants, wreaths, lights, crafts, and of course trees were ever abundant. The rich smells of pine and cinnamon filled the air in a way they only can at Christmastime. A swinging wooden door led into the "tree room". Once beyond that door, the smell of evergreens was overwhelming. Every size and species seemed to be represented. A giant heater blew warm air out into the open barn-like structure that was so big that the rows and tows of fresh-cut trees seemed endless. It was very difficult selecting a tree from the incredible selection. We inspected the multiple varieties for color, shape, and of course for how "Christmassy" they smelled!

The scent of firs and pinecones took me back to my childhood and a Christmas tradition my brother and I shared every holiday season. As children, we would walk through the local indoor Christmas tree farm and marvel at the holiday wonderland that surrounded us. We never had a real Christmas tree until we were much older, so the fragrance of evergreen was a novelty. We would tear small branches off the trees and hide them in our coat pockets to bring home as souvenirs of our trip through the Christmas tree farm. Ever since then, the smells of a Christmas tree farm bring back a flood of memories of my childhood Christmases.

After searching (and smelling) for a while, we finally found the perfect tree. It was tagged and carried out into the blowing snow where four men worked to tie and bag the selections of the day. We watched our tree being processed through an icy frosted garage window.

I remember stopping at the store on the way home for the popcorn and hot chocolate we had decided we would have that night while we put up the tree and began the trimming ceremony. Weekends were suddenly very special because the week was long and the days were the shortest of the year. I knew from past Christmases that it would all flash by in a breath and it was time to cherish every moment to its fullest, for in a few short weeks all that would remain of this Christmas would be the memories of those moments…treasured memories, if I wanted them to be.

We all agreed that our tree was perfect, and each night during that next week we would set aside an hour or so to forget our ordinary problems of the day and the seemingly relentless bitter cold and snowy weather that began on the day we found our tree. During that hour in the evening, we added something new to the tree each night while Christmas music played in the background. First the lighted treetop, then the lights, then red ribbons, and by the end of the week there were candy canes adorning every other branch! There was only a week left until Christmas and the list of things to do was growing, but the Christmas tree lit in the corner of the living room inspired all of us to enjoy our Christmas chores.

That weekend, our Aunt invited us over for an early "Christmas" dinner of home baked Italian lasagna. She was more Christmas spirited this year than in many, spruced out with a snowman in her font window and a miniature Christmas tree in the living room. An inflatable Santa Claus that my brother and I had enjoyed playing with as children was lovingly placed on the living room floor, standing and peeking around the corner into the main entranceway to welcome us as we arrived! We lit a fire in the fireplace and enjoyed hot chocolate as the flickering flames cast dancing shadows across the room lit dimly with winter’s frosty late afternoon darkness. We reminisced about the old days when the whole family would gather at the old family homestead belonging to my Grandparents. The dining room table would be dressed in Grandma’s finest linen and covered with home baked Italian sweets. The aluminum branches of the Christmas tree twinkled and glowed from green to red and blue to yellow as an old-fashioned rotating colored light wheel cast shadows of the hand-blown glass ornaments on the walls of the living room. Family would come and go all evening long to spend time visiting Grandma and Grandpa and gather around the kitchen table to play cards and tell stories. On our way home each Christmas Eve, we would always see a tiny red light moving across the sky. Despite the fact that the airport was nearby, to us children on Christmas Eve, the light was always Rudolph’s nose glowing ahead of Santa’s sleigh on its way to our house for the Christmas Eve visit!

The drive home from our Aunt’s gave us family time together to talk about the holidays. The bitter cold never went away, but we joked about how every year the snow would fall before Christmas and then melt in time for a mild and rainy Christmas. Expecting much the same to happen this year, I put every effort available to me into soaking in all of the Christmas festivities while the snow was falling. More families than ever seemed to be in a festive mood this year as they decorated their homes with multicolored outdoor lights and Christmas displays. Nearly every other house on every street was lit up like a scene from a holiday movie.

The weekend that followed was stormy. A winter storm warning was issued Friday afternoon. Snow was falling fast and heavily as I left work and traffic on the expressway was crawling in the blinding blizzard. Cars were off the road in ditches and snow drifts everywhere, yet frantic shoppers still lined up at the exit for the mall for more Christmas shopping. Eighteen inches of snow fell overnight and reports of over four feet came out of some of the heavier lake-effect snow-belt regions just to our Northeast along the lake. Saturday morning was spent digging out, but the sun was shining brightly, inviting the world out into a winter wonderland and another day of shopping chaos at the malls. With only a week left, this was the day I knew I had to get out for a shopping marathon. Mom baked and frosted cookies and brownies that weekend, Dad trimmed some long branches from the tree that were bothering him, our dog slept under the Christmas tree cuddled in her warm blanket, and my brother and I did manage to get some shopping done.

Things were getting more and more hectic as the days before Christmas passed. Tuesday night was spent making eggnog for work and cooking meatballs for my class on Wednesday. At least I could look forward to the long drive through the snowy countryside to get to my night class. At the holiday time of year, I always look forward to a nighttime drive. I look at all the houses that are decorated with colored lights and count the number of Christmas trees that twinkle through the frosty windows of the farm houses. That evening, the moon shone brightly on the snow-covered fields and sparkled off the peaks of snowdrifts like twinkling lights atop tiny snow-covered Christmas trees. My mind drifted back again in time to when my brother and I were children on Christmas morning. The moonlit snow would glisten through the windows just enough to cast a glow upon a branch or two of the Christmas tree early on Christmas morning. We would wake up to a quiet tapping on the wall that separated our bedrooms (this was our signal to determine if the other was awake). We would quietly tiptoe to the hallway and peek downstairs to see if Santa had made his visit yet. As we strained to see through the darkness, if we could see packages scattered around the tree, we would assemble in the hallway at the top of the stairs just to sit and ponder over what wonderful things those assorted packages might hold! As dawn approached, the sizes and shapes of all the gifts would become apparent. Finally, when we could no longer contain our excitement, we would burst down the stairs and light the tree. The Christmas music was turned on and the volume steadily increased until either Mom or Dad arose from bed to begin the ceremony of opening our presents!

Steve & Don, 1969

What a wonderful thing it is to wake up to softly playing Christmas music on that very special morning. A streetlight blinked to red and my mind’s eye blinked and was transported to the day after Thanksgiving when my brother and I would be awakened to the sounds of Christmas music playing on our Aunt’s stereo. She would come to our house for Thanksgiving dinner and bring us home with her that night to take us shopping the next day. We slept in the "blue room" as we would call it and we looked forward to spending the day on a Christmas adventure with her. She would take us to the local department stores and sometimes we would see Santa Claus. As we got a little older, it became a tradition for her to take us downtown and see what Christmas in the city was like! Having lived all of our lives in the suburbs, it was a treat to see the sight of downtown all decked out for Christmas. In those days, many of the last vestiges of Christmas past remained as traditional reminders of what shopping downtown for the holidays was like. Aunt would tell stories of what it was like on Main Street at Christmastime in the old days. Then we would see the expensive decorations in the fancy department stores and she would tell how she remembered seeing those same types of decorations a half-century ago! She fondly remembered a Christmas after the War when Peace had finally returned to the world and the holiday had so much more significance. I somehow adopted a yearning to feel that same emotional holiday cheer that Christmas in the city brought back to her.

Reality returned as snowflakes began to fall onto the windshield of my car. I was whisked back to the wintry country road where I was on my way to class that Wednesday night. I had driven into an isolated lake effect snow squall! The snowflakes grew larger and heavier and began to cover the roadway. It was picturesque with the snow falling and the Christmas displays surrounding nearly every home through all of the small towns and villages I passed through on the way to the university. The days are so short, and the nights so long and dark at this time of year that I wonder if earning my Masters Degree is worth these long cold drives twice a week. Then I turn the radio on and hear the most beautiful Christmas music and look out the window at a treasury of visual images that stirs all of these Christmas memories and I’m thankful for this magical holiday ride itself on this Christmassy December evening.

The days before Christmas are waning, and it is suddenly the last Saturday before Christmas, the day before the night before Christmas! Everyone is scrambling to get his or her last minute shopping done. Some are starting their shopping today. This year for once, I had already started my shopping, so the goal was to finish and then wrap everything that evening. Wrapping Christmas presents was a holiday tradition shared by my brother and I. We would gather all the supplies we needed and retreat to one of our bedrooms. With the sounds of the season playing on the stereo in the background and lights strung across the ceiling from wall to wall for atmosphere (I think the marks from the masking tape on the ceiling are still there in my brother’s old bedroom at my parent’s house), we would organize an assembly-line procedure where each of us had a task and the job could get done faster than either of us could do on our own. We would reminisce about our very first Christmas memories and the "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree that Dad would bring home from work a few years earlier that was our very first real Christmas tree. The excitement was building as Christmas Eve day was now just hours away!

Christmas Eve morning found us still wrapping gifts. Christmas was here already and it was time to get ready for the main event – the big Christmas gathering. I still just can’t believe Christmas has come again already. In these few precious and fleeting moments of Christmas, I’m reflecting on all of the events that will make this Christmas special in my memory, but I am overwhelmed with the disbelief that another Christmas is nearly over already. Another Christmas, another Christmas. Those are the words on my mind as they were last year and the year before that. I have suddenly realized that I am no longer a child, and the season of Christmas seems to be racing past ever faster and fuller of things to do than ever before in my life. I need to find something that makes the feeling of Christmas morning last 365 days a year.

As the family gathered together to enjoy a holiday meal and an evening of games, good food, and merriment, a holiday tradition is realized. We remembered earlier years when this Christmas Eve tradition was still new and one of the neighbors would dress up as Santa and ride up and down the street gathering the children of the neighborhood to sing carols in the falling snow. Then there was the year that Christmas Eve brought nearly 70-degree temperatures all day and any hope of a white Christmas was gone…. That is until 11:00 that evening, when someone looked out the kitchen window and cried, "It’s snowing! Everybody come look out the window, it’s snowing!" It snowed big heavy flakes until the ground was white and the beauty of that Christmas Eve snowfall nearly brought tears to everyone’s eyes.

As my cousin and I take our annual walk along the road this Christmas Eve night, candles flicker in wax bags and line the street like sparkling diamonds in the night. A few had already burnt out and as another Christmas Eve was about to become committed to memory, I stopped and stared into one of the small flames hoping to slow it’s progress. For a second in time it stopped to let me absorb the moment, but only for a split second. I was numb from the cold and worried whether I had truly captured the moment. Somehow I felt as if in that moment, the flame inside that wax bag was a special Christmas flame that could feel what my heart was wishing. The feeling of a Christmas Eve is remarkably spectacular, even magical, especially when enhanced by a drive home through a winter wonderland of snow, icicles, lights, soft Christmas music, family, and thoughts of the first Christmas night. A twinkling star overhead is my Christmas star, and I felt it too heard my heart’s Christmas wish.

Only one night of the year is so special. Soft Christmas music plays all during the night as the colored bulbs twinkle and the candlelight flickers. In the morning, there is great joy in exchanging gifts. So great that the gift opening ceremony lingers on into the afternoon. It’s finally time to cook the Christmas hens and look forward to a visit from more family! But quickly the evening comes and its time to settle in for another long winter’s nap by the candle’s flickering glow. Suddenly midnight comes and its December 26th. Everything is quieter and darker as I look around me. The joyous Christmas music ends and the world turns off their Christmas lights for another year…or so it seems at first. Trying to recapture the magical moments of another treasured Christmas, I found the Christmas flame still burning in me. That wonderful Christmas feeling didn’t just disappear at the stroke of twelve. I smiled and went to sleep.

They say its bad luck to reveal your Christmas wish before it comes true. Mine has come true, so I will share it with you. I finally found the magic that allows the excitement of Christmas to last year-round. Her name is Amy and the life that we now share together as one is the culmination of every Christmas wish and desire that my heart and soul may have ever had. Knowing we have started a journey together that will someday bring little ones into our lives who will send quiet tapping signals on the wall that separates their bedrooms to hasten the onset of Christmas morning brings closure to my search for the meaning of all the hustle and bustle that surrounds this very special holiday. For all the stress and anxiety that may be involved in this time of year, and all the loved ones who may no longer be with us in body, there is a bigger payoff. It is knowing that those treasured memories of old fashioned Christmases that we absorb throughout our lives begin a sentimental journey that will last forever in spirit enveloped in the cycle of life. Every perfect gift that is painstakingly chosen, every holiday chore that is reluctantly completed, every family visit, and every holiday party hosted, all hold the special moments that we will treasure together in years to come. These are the good old-fashioned days of Christmas past and the Christmas flame can never be extinguished as long as there are children (and adults) who believe in magic at one very special time of the year!

    Merry Christmas To All . . . . .

         And To All A Good Night!






Holiday Recipe Traditions 



Rolled Sugar Cookies!

This year, Amy found the best cutout recipe ever!

Leave one of these for Santa and he will be so impressed that he'll leave you a little extra something under the tree!

Prep Time: approx. 20 Minutes.
Cook Time: approx. 8 Minutes
Ready in: approx. 3 Hours
Makes 5 dozen (60 servings)


1 1/2 cups butter, softened
2 cups white sugar
4 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract 
5 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt


1. In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugar until smooth. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Stir in the flour, baking powder, and salt. Cover, and chill dough for at least one hour (or overnight).

2. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Roll out dough on floured surface 1/4 to 1/2 inch thick. Cut into shapes with any cookie cutter. Place cookies 1 inch apart on ungreased cookie sheets.

3. Bake 6 to 8 minutes in preheated oven. Cool completely.



Apple Cinnamon Bread!

Amy has been making this bread and giving it as Christmas gifts for a few years now.  If you've ever tasted it, you'll want to know how she makes it!

Prep Time: approx. 15 Minutes.
Bake Time: approx. 55 Minutes
Makes 1 full-size loaf (16 servings)


1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1/2 t. baking soda
1/4 t. baking powder
1/4 t. salt
1 t. ground cinnamon
1/2 t. baking soda
1/4 t. baking powder
1/4 t. salt
1/4 t. ground nutmeg
1 c. sugar
1 c. finely shredded, peeled apple
1/4 c. cooking oil
1 egg
1/4 t. finely shredded lemon peel
1/2 chopped walnuts or pecans (optional)


1. Grease bottom and 1/2 inch up sides of an 8x4x2-inch loaf pan; set aside.  In a medium mixing bowl combine the flour, cinnamon, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and nutmeg; set aside.

2. In another medium mixing bowl combine sugar, apple, oil, egg, and lemon peel; mix well.  Add dry mixture to apple mixture.  Stir just till moistened (batter should be lumpy).  Fold in nuts, if desired.

3. Spoon batter into the prepared pan.  Bake in a 350 degree oven 55 to 60 minutes or till a wooden toothpick inserted near center comes out clean.  Cool the pan on a wire rack for 10 minutes.  Removed loaf from pan.  Cool completely on the wire rack.  Wrap and store overnight.




Italian Christmas Cookies!

These cookies are usually made at Christmas time, and are similar to the family favorites made by Grandma Vallone!


3 eggs
juice of 1/2 an orange
1 cup sugar
1 cup oil
1 tsp salt
1 tsp. vanilla extract
3 3/4 cups flour
2 tbsp. baking powder

sesame seeds
confectioner's sugar



1. In a large bowl, beat eggs, orange juice, and sugar.
Add oil, mix well.

2. Add salt, flour, and baking powder, mix with a wooden spoon.

3. Add vanilla extract.

4. Roll tablespoon-sized pieces of dough into thick logs, then roll logs in sesame seeds.

-or- For biscotti-style cookies: Divide the dough into two sections; Dust your hands and dough sections with flour and shape each into large logs.

5. Place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake at 350 degrees F until lightly baked (about 15 minutes - 10 minutes for biscotti-style version).

6. Remove from oven and let cool for awhile.


For biscotti-style cookies: Slice logs into half-inch thick slices and arrange flat-side down on baking tray.  Sprinkle lightly with colored granule sugar, if desired.  Return to oven and bake for another 5 minutes or until centers slightly rise and cookies turn golden.


7. Drizzle with frosting made from confectioner's sugar and milk, if desired.


A great cookie with coffee!







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May the peace of this holiday season fill your heart,
and may your best wishes for the new year come true!

Happy holidays from our home to yours!

the Vallones           



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