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Adele
Taos is so festive during the holiday season. I hadn't appreciated the decorations as much in the past weeks, but now walking past the plaza, holding Rafe's hand, I appreciate the Christmas Card-worthy beauty of my town more and more.
“So what are we doing here?” I ask him. “Don't tell me that you need to go last minute Christmas shopping.”
“Nope, already made ‘em. Everyone’s getting their very own trash can art sculpture.”
I roll my eyes and Rafe chuckles. He’s been doing that more–laughing and smiling. The other night Channing made a dumb joke, and Rafe didn’t even glare at him.
“Well what are we doing here? I've got to get back to the house.” I'm prepping for tomorrow, when I’ll be cooking Christmas dinner for everyone at the lodge. It'll be all of us except for Tabitha,
