Tis the night before Christmas and the house smells like cookies that were baked with confidence not skill. I wrapped the gifts so badly that even Santa would ask for a receipt. The playlist has been stuck on the same cheerful song for an hour and I am emotionally attached to it now. Outside it is quiet except for my neighbor who sings like an angel who forgot the lyrics. I raise my mug of hot chocolate to the night and declare this chaos festive.
Kral1967