Better.

Uh-oh. Forgot to by flour. But it wouldn’t be the holidays without frantic runs to the grocery store.

No one shops at 6:00 am.

He wants firewood. She insists the tree needs candy canes.

I bargain with him: no X-Box until after we decorate the tree.

I put on my boots and head outside to forage for decoration. That might be bay laurel. Tiny pine cones. Red berries. Itty-bitty fiery maple leaves.

But did it land?

We laugh. The tree is too small to hold all of the ornaments.

Too much cheese.

It would be better if we were in person.