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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. "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." alexandru_pop_ce_craciun_era_odata

When they reached the oldest house in the valley, belonging to Tanti Maria, the scene was like a painting from a century ago. There was no television humming in the background. Instead, there was a bowl of red apples, a plate of dried plums, and the warmth of a terracotta stove. In the old days, Christmas didn't start with