Christmas on the Cherry Farm

☃️ “It looks like Christmas threw up in here.” Aidan chuckled into the back of Maggie’s neck. Maggie inhaled deeply and exhaled on a contented sigh. He was fresh from the shower and the scent of his soap and shampoo mingled with pine from the tree Aidan and Maggie had spent most of the prior evening decorating. She leaned into his embrace, enjoying the connection. “Is it too much?” She tried to look objectively at the room and scrunched her nose. The tree was the focal point, it stood nearly as tall and as wide as the windows it was centered in front of and glittered with tiny fairy lights. It was covered it in ornaments. A mix of old and new; ones Aidan had in storage and those Maggie had had shipped from Philadelphia, plus ones they had bought together on a recent shopping trip. She’d saved the angel for last; she wanted to put that on together, today. But she’d giggled when she’d hung the stockings on an actual fi...