Cold tea.

There is thunder on my rooftop. It's Mandy. She's hanging the lights on the house.
I made cookies today. Almost eighty. Gingerbread and sugar cookies. And now there are rum balls in the making. And more presents to be wrapped. Today has been all about Christmas ever since I woke up this morning and sat down with a pot of black tea and vintage karate magazines.
We got six packages in the mail. Six.

I think I'm going to go search for remnants of ribbon to recycle and edit some stories. And make more tea. Mine is cold.