James was sitting on the couch, watching as I put more ribbon on my Christmas tree. I just couldn't get the ribbon right--fidgeting with it and moving it from bough to bough.
"What did you say?," I lazily asked, not really paying attention.
"Happy ho," he repeated.
I turned around. He smiled, slowly. Slyly.
"What!?," I screeched, with a laugh. "Why are you calling me that!?"
James laughed--a sound I have come to know and adore, a cross between a clown's yuk-yuk and a snort. He pointed to the tree and said, "No, look."
My eyes trailed to where his long finger was pointing, eventually landing on Lilly's little homemade ornament.
"OOOHH...," I replied knowingly, as the perpetual light bulb (or rather, strand of Christmas lights) clicked on above my head. "Lilly made that ornament this afternoon. She wanted to write a message on it, and asked me how to spell, Happy Holiday...