My house smells like cookies, I’ve been baking since coming home from work this afternoon. (Ok, after a nap first.) My living room is warm thank to the space heater and happy red/white/green candle and Christmas Tree Lights and Christmas Music. My kitty cats are ridiculously content and sleeping nearby…

Why does it have to be the coziest time of the entire day…when I should be getting ready for bed?

I’m certain I will have this same sentiment when the alarm goes off in the morning, after I FINALLY go to bed and snuggle under my freshly laundered penguin flannel sheets.

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