"You're pretty good at that. the cookies. The tree." He dipped up more glaze.
She shifted the pan again, nudging her hip against his and staying there. "Mostly I'm good at Christmas. I love it. The corny songs, stringing popcorn for the tree. Eating as much as ends up on the needle and thread."
"You do it by hand?'
"Gran and I do. Some folks buy finished strands, or fake plastic ones. But stuck fingers and Bing Crosby is our thing."
"What's Christmas without traditions, right?"
Stop by a bit later today for my Advent Tour post for this year.