The One... The Only... The Vieve

Over the river and through the woods (literally)

The wood stove is blazing, my mom is still wrapping presents (looks like she went overboard this year, again, some more), and I'm wearing my Santa hat that emits spuffy clouds of glitter from the "Vieve" spelled out on the front. I put all my presents under the tree, I'm drinking a glass of wine, and soon I'll gorge myself on cheese and shrimp and fish chowder, and then we'll watch Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, and I'll go to bed feeling unbelievably full and bloated and resolute that I won't eat as much tomorrow, but of course I will. And tomorrow I will open presents and eat more food and take a walk and take some naps and maybe watch A Christmas Story and read a book.

Things are so different this year, but also very much the same. And that's comforting.