Strings of lights were strung up across the ceiling, happily sparkling away. Paper snowflakes were swaying gently below them, reminiscent of last year's decorations. The kotatsu had a new comforter draped around its legs, a touch more elegant than the last. (Though there was nothing wrong with the first one, which was waiting with all of those glorious hand knit blankets on the couch to make the coziest of couch piles.) There went Bug with a ribbon tied around its stem rolling to wherever it was that Bug needed to be at the moment. (Possibly Kyoko's feet.)
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Strings of lights were strung up across the ceiling, happily sparkling away. Paper snowflakes were swaying gently below them, reminiscent of last year's decorations. The kotatsu had a new comforter draped around its legs, a touch more elegant than the last. (Though there was nothing wrong with the first one, which was waiting with all of those glorious hand knit blankets on the couch to make the coziest of couch piles.) There went Bug with a ribbon tied around its stem rolling to wherever it was that Bug needed to be at the moment. (Possibly Kyoko's feet.)
How festive and wintery!