“Dehhhh-k the hawls with —” Thalia fluffs a flurry of fabricated flakes. “clip-clops of holly!”
Nią ponders the carpet’s isle-of-misfit-decor.
“Well… It might not be Saks Fifth Avenue window dressing…” Calliope works to balance a faux fur Santa hat on a picture frame, “but it’s ours… Every piece infused with a memory.”
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.
-Garrison Keillor, Leaving Home
A note from LoveLetterist:
What team are you on?
Team Christmas Cheer or Team Bahumbug
I've played on both sides of the tree.
This year I'm suiting up on a branch of cheer.
The beauty of having ringed the perimeter is...
that I can relate to wherever you stand.