Lyra was determined to have a classic, good old-fashioned, traditional Christmas this year complete with snow, gingerbread houses, lights, and wrapped presents. Even if that meant she had to have it completely on her own. And that was the plan as she drove out of the City and up into the steep hills of Vermont toward some secluded cabins where she could have what was totally not going to be a depressing head-in-the-oven-Christmas-For-One. She never quite made it to the cabins. And, along the way, found that while a Christmas alone wasnt all that great, a Christmas for two, yeah, that was pretty amazing
