Home for Christmas

I caught the bus down from Boston to Connecticut, and am currently sitting on the loveseat in my mother's living room. Her cats are ignoring me so far. This may or may not change as I am determined to be an acceptable heat source, even if I do smell like another cat.

( On Christmas Eve and traditions. Contains religious content, for those as care. )

Right. Back to writing. I've promised myself to try to post a story a day from Christmas to New Year's, and I'm still at least two stories short.