The Mood

I got buried in homework this morning and needed to surface. Becca’s coming over Wednesday to bake cookies—actual baking, the kind that fills a kitchen with real warmth—and she stopped by yesterday to check what I actually had on hand. Not much. That made me think we might as well try to actually feel like it’s Christmas while we’re at it.

So I downloaded a pile of Christmas songs. Chris Rea, The Darkness, Jose Feliciano. Becca insisted on some German song about Christmas baking, and I threw in South Park Christmas songs to keep things from getting too earnest.

The weird thing is there’s no snow. No winter at all. We’re trying to feel festive when everything looks like March. But we’ll figure it out. There’s still time before the whole shopping madness cranks up.