It is so luxurious being home for the holidays.
As I sit next to the fire, wrapped in a soft wool blanket, it is snowing heavily outside. I simply sit quietly, sipping my Chai and observe through to picture window as the world turns a lacy white.
The smell of pumpkin bread wafts out from the kitchen and I hear mom bustling around making pie and other tempting holiday goodies. My tummy reminds me that I haven’t yet had breakfast- I think I’ll wander over and see what’s cookin.
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