Let the music play.
I light a candle in memory of those not present this holiday season, an ethereal gesture though unspoken of love remembered.
Chef Roger warms our kitchen with the smells of something good to eat like Pecan Pull Aparts.
In the bustle of preparations, I take time out to dreamily watch the flickering firelight.
The Christmas tree will have to wait until tomorrow. I have to go play with Noah today while mommy gets her hair done.