Yule Log

This afternoon, I donned my most red socks, Christmas sweater and Santa hat, filled my bag with gifts, jumped on my bike. and beat Santa to the punch.

After dinner with a friend (and my freshly made peanut butter cookies), we lit a fire in the living room, where my mom played Christmas songs on the flute and piano, my dad read The New Yorker, and I took pictures before settling into my book.

Then we called my grandmother on speakerphone so my mom could play for her.

Life suddenly became very festive.