I would not describe the world as a winter wonderland. It is cold and breezy, only 21°. The snow has crusted. Walking on it makes a crunchy sound. I tried to clear my car but didn’t do well. All my scrapers were left in the crashed car. My broom, my alternate tool, got some of the snow off the car, but a layer of really crusty snow still stays on the windows and needs to be scraped. I was hoping the day would be warmer so the sun would melt the window snow, but it isn’t so I am housebound for the meantime. I missed a concert yesterday and will miss one again today. I’ll figure something out.

When I was a kid, on days like today, I’d be really cold walking home from school. I’d run to my bedroom, take off my school clothes and get into my cozies. That’s when it all started, my love for being cozy. I’d jump, well, not literally but poetically, into bed and snuggle under the covers until I was warm. Sometimes I’d get drowsy and fall asleep. It was the best sort of nap.

The dogs are napping beside each other on the couch. Nala is leaning against me. Henry is curled into a ball. Both are deeply asleep. I aspire to nap like my dogs.

From the time I was little, I knew Christmas magic. It was all around me. Colored lights on bushes and houses shined brightly through the deep winter darkness. The house smelled of pine and cookies baking. Wrapped presents under the tree lent mystery to Christmas though the new pajamas for Christmas Eve were easy to identify. They were always the presents we could open on Christmas Eve. We wanted to pick a different one, but we never won that argument. We’d squeeze and shake the other presents but usually couldn’t figure them out. My sister Moe was adept at making small holes in the presents and figuring out what they were. She made holes in all the presents. I used to love sitting in the living room with only the tree lights, the window lights and the flickering TV screen lit. The tree was the brightest of them all.

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