a snapshot of the three of us lined up on the couch, six feet resting on the coffee table, a plate of frozen pizza in each of our laps.  the cabin has high, high ceilings and always smells a little like fire.  i wish there was a way to photograph the moment authentically, to have a visual preservation of that perfect hour of us watching muppet's christmas carol and passing a bag of marshmallows back and forth, but the effort of getting off the couch to find an iphone and snap a picture would have made the moment disingenuous.  and so we basked in it, delighted in our childish saturday evening, while the christmas tree lit up the room and i finally started feeling like we'd reached the holiday season.