In this week between Christmas and New Year’s, I am a little melancholy. All the secrets and expectations for Christmas are over. The presents are unwrapped. One present, a purple alarm clock, is already broken. The tree is dropping needles, and the star atop is crooked.
To cheer myself, I found this picture of my mom as a girl. She is sitting next to her mother, holding a punch glass filled with eggnog. Her smile says, “Here’s to another great Christmas! Now please take my picture before I spill this eggnog all over my blue satin dress.”