This day of sniffling and sneezing. Nyquil naps and Hylands for the young one. The Family Stone is on repeat, and all I keep thinking is "I can't wait to get back to the North."
My nose stings with sneezing, and my little bird keeps asking to watch more Dora. (If I have to hear that cartoon girl and her pet monkey travel through an imaginary land one more time, I might swing a bat through my television.)
So naturally, tonight was the perfect night to set up the tree, right?
Of course. Hot chocolate + Christmas music + childhood wonder makes any sick day brighter.