A holiday gathering. Christmas china filled with burgundy meatballs, homemade noodles, and lefse. Plus slides of an egg braid loaf. The party goes through bottles of wine and talks around the table, exchanging nostalgia and stories about ice storms and mosquito foggers from the 70s.
I wear my constellation dress and Christmas socks and try to feel like a person after a busy day working in my sweatpants with laundry scattered across my house. But I update our old family advent calendar and wear a green sweater and a for a spell in feels like a holiday.
My mom hangs the same dish towel that she gave me in the kitchen: Jingle all the way. Nobody likes a half-assed jingler.
With Love,
Natalie