– Christmas Wreath –
As soon as the lights go out on the streets and the scarf leaves the house in an attempt of warming up the cold days, I’m all Christmas. It doesn’t snow over here, but the town wraps itself in wreaths and decorations.
I grab my cinnamon jar for freshly baked cookies and fill the air with that delightful perfume while Chloe purrs around my legs, asking for attention. My box with the season heirlooms is hidden away all year, waiting for the right time to untangle memories of happy Christmases.
