Christmas was supposed to be peaceful. A time of joy, love, and hot chocolate. But the reality I found myself in was far from the cozy scenes people sing about in carols.
"Carmen, I think this garland needs more sparkle!" Chloe announced, standing on a ladder that looked like it would collapse any second under her enthusiastic movements.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning against the doorframe of Elena's apartment and trying to muster every ounce of patience I had. "Chloe, it's not a competition. The garland is fine as it is."
Chloe turned her head sharply, almost losing her balance. "Fine? Fine? Carmen, this is Christmas! Nothing about Christmas should be fine. It needs to be magical!"
"She's right, you know," Isabel chimed in from the couch, where she was sprawled out eating the candy canes we were supposed to be hanging.
"Isabel," I snapped, pointing at her accusingly. "If you eat one more candy cane, I swear I'll—"