Christmas 2002

The scent of balsam fir and spiced cider permeates every corner of our house.
Wrapping paper and ribbons, tags and tape litter the living room floor. Our cats chase bits of ribbon and bows, tearing around the floor like they are kittens again.
Ferris snores heavily by the fire.
We turn out all the lights, and stand together in front of the fireplace.
Candle and firelight play across our faces. The only other light in the house comes from the village atop the piano and the lights on our tree. We share a Christmas kiss, before settling our brains for a long Winter’s nap.
Merry Christmas, everyone. May peace prevail on Earth.

102 thoughts on “Christmas 2002”

  1. I know I’m a few days late, but I just want to add my holiday wish to all those before me. I hope the Wheatons’ holiday season is filled with joy, happiness, and all that other good stuff. I wish you all the best, and I whole heartedly second what you said in the original post Wil: May peace prevail on Earth. May peace prevail indeed.

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