So, it’s raining and the temperature has nose-dived some
twenty degrees from last night’s low. I’ve
been nursing the last remnants of a migraine for a few days and now I feel a
cold coming on.
My favorite guy made me
a special hot toddy to nurse the cold away and I was headed to bed to feel
better when the doorbell rings. The
doorbell rarely rings after eight pm unless it’s an element of crazy come to
stir up some drama. But low and behold
it was our neighbors, and their holiday choir, come to practice their caroling
at the bottom of the steps.
I stood in the doorway, wrapped in a blanket, as they serenaded
us with a rendition of Silver Bells and then Silent Night. Then the rain got the best of them, running
us all back inside. I’m in bed now with my favorite cuddle toy and that
hot toddy is beginning to cure everything that might have been ailing me.
But it was a simple serenade that made it feel a lot like
Christmas, and it's made me feel a whole lot better.
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