Chapter Thirty-One
Jen
We devoured the lasagna during the second half of White Christmas, then took a bathroom and refill break between films. I admired Hannah and Mike’s tree.
White Christmas“The knitting around these balls—you made those?”
“Yup,” Hannah replied. “And our stockings.” Hanging from the mantel.
She’d knitted them in a Scandinavian pattern to reference his heritage and put their initials in the white field at the top. The Noble fir was decorated with a mix of colorful handcrafted and vintage ornaments highlighted by strands of white LEDs and it looked so them.
them“I’m surprised you don’t have those old big-bulb lights,” Beth said.
“They’re strung up out back.” She went to a switch by the door and the night was suddenly illuminated in a rainbow of colors. “They still m
