The only holiday business I’ve tended to is pulling out some of the old classics.

Check off one Christmas tree, 3 gifts (wow, it’s great to have a checkbook when you can’t figure out what to buy), and the laundry’s done. Tomorrow we start the cookie dough and it’s supposed to snow.
This one’s from the generation that shared their stories about World War II and leaned into the sofa quietly listening to Nat King Cole.