I use the wall as the tapestry to weave together times throughout history. Carruthers informed me. We are, after all, connected. Don’t you think?

By the gentle sweeping of a grandfather clock’s pendulum, Christmas returns each year to provide us with some of our happiest, and saddest, memories—the winter holidays binding people together in seemingly inexplicable ways, even when the threads are at their thinnest.

Seawater creeps inside an overturned car as its trapped occupant shivers; a father sees his son for the first time in years; an anxious bride awaits her soldier’s homecoming; snow is wiped from the names on a tombstone; a dog learns the mystery of the universe; a hot-air balloon sails with a well-known nun accompanying a curmudgeon; an abandoned house feels its cobwebs pushed back by a familiar hand; a young man kneels before the love of his life.

Tie these pieces together as you sit back in your favourite armchair with a mug of cocoa, or cozy up under a blanket by the fire, and ski all the way to the Guggenheim. A dog or cat by your side is - optional...but highly recommended.