My Cardboard Balcony

Well. It's Christmas. A very nice Christmas at that. So I wound up getting some of the best presents I had received in quite a while. They were funny, thoughtful, charming, and useful. I myself was very happy with the gifts I gave to my loved ones, who all seemed to appreciate them. For example, my fiancée put on the new blue topaz necklace and matching earrings she unwrapped right before we drove over to my parents' place for breakfast. I was able to see my parents, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins for Christmas this year. I got to chat on Skype with my beautiful sister and her boyfriend, who were in England for the holiday. We had a wonderful dinner. We went for a walk and saw the lights. We had many intriguing and fun conversations, some of them more heated and intense than others. We devoured many delicious homemade desserts. We played games. We laughed. We joked. We remembered what the holiday really was about. And we all agreed that Trump being president is insanit

That's How It Works, Right? by Belinda Roddie No, no, not kiss under the mistletoe. Kick under it!

Sally packed the Christmas leftovers while her brother and sister-in-law were out on their walk, looking at the different varieties of lights and decorations on their neighbors' houses. Sally didn't much like walking in the cold. She was perfectly happy with tidying up, especially when her cat Dirk kept her company, curled up on the counter beside her while chewing on a piece of ribbon ripped off a present. "I'm fine with this," she cooed to the feline, stroking his head and adoring his loud purring.