Morning Stories

Sleepy eyes gaze at the table — beautifully set, almost sacred. Salmon, fresh rolls, butter, and right in the middle: the enormous, still-untouched turkey, waiting for its cue. The Chrunch can begin.

Oh yes — this phenomenon has quite a large team of perpetrators. And they wield a powerful tool: the ability to make life together fair, kind, and deeply human.

45 RPM singles have always been a hit with rock’n’rollers. On the tiniest space, with an A-side and a B-side, magic was born.

“Who’s in the mood for a celebration?” Mood? Oh right — that mysterious state of being that can change faster than a Canadian weather forecast. Mood is an emotional lightweight, true, but it lasts longer than any passing feeling. It’s often confused with spirit — and that’s perfectly fine.

If the bells are ringing sweeter, how loud, then, must the cookie tin sound? We, the noble tribe of Homo sapiens,are well-equipped and properly wired.

The air is ringing with frost. The lights are glowing with warmth. The shop windows sparkle with glitter and gold. And the people—oh yes—are full of expectation.

“Advent-ure? Sorry, I don’t speak Italian.” No worries — it’s not Italian. And it’s not two words either.