Hello, everyone!
We made it. Christmas Day is here, and I’m writing this in the afternoon from under a pile of blankets because the flu decided to crash my holiday party. I’m full of sniffles, tissues, and tea, but honestly? I’m still smiling. The tree lights are on, the house is quiet, and there’s something oddly cosy about being forced to slow down on the one day the world finally does too.
I just posted a new video on Eerie Tales with Cosette — a Krampus special. If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s up on YouTube and also embedded here on the blog. Krampus felt like the perfect spooky counterpoint to all the sweetness of December, and I hope it gave you a delicious little shiver.
Now the calendar is complete. Twenty-five doors opened, twenty-five moments shared. From Christmas scents to unsent letters, from solstice candles to last-minute gift-wrapping chaos — we walked this advent road together. Some days were bright and bustling, others quiet and tender. Some of you lit candles for missing loved ones, some danced alone to surprise songs, and some simply left a heart or an emoji and let me know you were there. Every single one mattered.
Thank you for keeping me company through this season. Your comments, your stories, your quiet presence — they made my December warmer, even when my forehead was burning up.
Wherever you are today — surrounded by family, friends, pets, memories, or beautiful solitude — I hope your Christmas is gentle. I hope there’s something delicious to eat, something soft to wear, and at least one moment when your heart feels completely full.
I’m going back to my blanket nest now, with more tea and probably a rewatch of something comforting. The flu may have stolen my voice, but it can’t steal the magic.
Merry Christmas, my dear readers.
From my stuffy-headed, heart-full self to you.
With all my love,
(The advent calendar is complete, but I’ll be back soon with more stories, quiet magic, true crime and eerie tales. Until then… rest, rejoice, recover.)