When you decide to go somewhat against holiday norms, a funny thing happens: Suddenly, you feel liberated by the chance to do your own thing.
So as soon as the last guest had left my party and my front door was closed for the night, I looked at my present and thought, 'Congratulations, you're now an indoor wreath.'
I had two options: My bathroom door or my bedroom door. My bedroom is carpeted, and I didn't want to deal with needles getting stuck in the fabric.
The steam from my shower made the wreath extra fragrant, and the scent perfumed my entire home. I've enjoyed this unexpected benefit for days now.
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