HOLLY
It was late by the time we’d finished dinner, and dessert, and second dessert. It seemed that either Logan had a sweet tooth, or those responsible for stocking his cabinets did.
When we were finished we retired to the living room, where Bradley had the fire going stronger than ever. It was so warm that the windows no longer accumulated snow. Whatever flakes landed on the outside panes quickly melted.
Our little Christmas party consisted of the four of us, two Santa hats, and a bowl of pretty incredible eggnog whipped up, surprisingly, with all the necessary ingredients found in the kitchen. The latter had been well-fortified with brandy and rum, to the point where it might even be flammable.
The tree looked utterly fantastic, even without bulbs or ornaments. Top to bottom, the gu
