Gayle watched her children tear greedily into their presents. Granted, she had raised them with good manners, and they dutifully hugged their grandparents after opening each gift. Excessive, maybe, but she noticed Eric’s four children, only a few years older than her own, were not nearly as polite or affectionate. She made a mental tally in the “good parenting” column in her mind, along with a tally in the “better than my older brother, for once” column. She took a sip on her amaretto and cream, a drink she only had on the holidays at her parents house because it’s the one day of the year she really needed it....  to read the rest of the story!

Scent Notes: Amaretto, vanilla cream, a sprinkle of nutmeg.