A house full of friends, with a big pot of tamales steaming on the stove.
Punch and Judy at the ranch.
Gingerbread for breakfast.
The smell of pine.
The spazzy glow seen in the eyes of children.
Meeting for hot toddies.
Ballots are printed, pizzas are being prepped, and wine awaits. But, since I forgot to mention for everyone to bring some cash, and if my friends are like me and never carry any, the winner may have to be satisfied with this Toblerone…