Well, the halls have been decked. There is a very classic (read: not carefully groomed into shape), very prickly Christmas tree in my living room. The air smells like pine, and I am typing by the warm glow of the lights.

In the kitchen, there is the smell of yeast as my buttermilk potato bread rises, along with a faint with of cinnamon from the rice pudding I made earlier.

The presents are looking quite dandy under the tree. There are Christmas carols playing on the radio...until I get sick f them and pt on some rock and roll.

Needless to say, I'm in a great mood.