Yesterday we decorated for Christmas and made pretzels and watched Nightmare Before Christmas. We center our family traditions around decorating, because we’re always off with other family on the 24th and 25th, so we don’t get a chance otherwise.

This morning I woke up and the house smelled like Christmas candles. I turned on the lights that run around our window, over the bookshelves, and around the tree. The tree sparkled. Goreshade, my betta, swirled in his bowl surrounded by fake holly and fake snow.

And I felt warm. I’m glad we have holidays at the beginning of winter. It gives me something to be happy about.

(Post about New York is coming, if it doesn’t take the rest of my natural life to upload the photos. Which it might.)