The little fingers
Shimmy in the air.
The dancing flames of the post-Thanksgiving dinner fire move to the cracklin’ music it makes.
Our eyes follow this flame, then that. Then this. Then that.
The coziness of the warmth, dulling our senses like a coffee tinged with whiskey. Or a hot cocoa tinged with peppermint schnaaps. Or a cup of egg nog tinged with cool, Jamaican rum.
The delightful smell of smoke contenting us, making us dreamy memories.
Combined with the tryptophan of the turkey, we are ready to nap and live happily in our dreams, if only for an hour or less…