Well, five pop-up holiday marts, one sunny parade, 3 pounds of peppermint bark, six trips to the surf shop, a few conversations about Danner, Dasher and Omicron visiting and we’re already at the French Hen and Turtle Dove period of the holiday season.

Holiday lights twinkle and shine through the shortest days of the year, as some of our recent sunsets have been amazing. And Black Friday brawls almost seem to be a thing of nostalgia at this point.