Today's OneWord: Wreath

The wreath on Salvador's door was, I kid you not, neon purple. And of course, Rory was more than confused by it.

"You trying to tell us something here, Sal?" she asked with an arched eyebrow as Salvador passed around full glasses of wine.

"Yes - that Christmas needs more purple in it," he replied. "Now shut up and enjoy your carbonated beverage."

I certainly enjoyed mine. Cider was a million times better than egg nog.

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