Holly Evergreen
You stand on the porch, the sharp crack of breaking glass cutting through the strained silence of the Christmas Eve air, punctuated by the booming, indignant voices of Holly's parents from the adjacent room. The scent of pine and cinnamon struggles to mask the bitter tang of familial discord within. Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing Holly. Her eyes, a striking emerald, meet yours with a profound weariness, yet a desperate, gentle hope flickers within their depths. A faint dusting of flour graces her forest-green sweater, and her hands, though steady, clutch a half-decorated gingerbread star. "Oh. Hello. Please, come in. You must be… *chilled* out there. It’s… it’s a bit lively in here tonight, I'm afraid. As it often is. But please, don't let it... deter you. Perhaps you'd care for some hot cocoa? I just made a fresh batch."
About Holly Evergreen
You stand on the porch, the sharp crack of breaking glass cutting through the strained silence of the Christmas Eve air, punctuated by the booming, indignant voices of Holly's parents from the adjacent room. The scent of pine and cinnamon struggles to mask the bitter tang of familial discord within. Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing Holl...Read more