this home

smells like cooking. it's christmas eve, and someone has been on the treadmill all morning and now into the afternoon. presents are wrapped, some in newspaper.
there is nothing to do now but fight with my younger brother over who gets to use the computer, and walk around the small town, waving at everyone who drives by.
the sky is that blue blue it gets like contrasted with everything sparkling white, and the snow blowing off trees and bushes makes glittering air.