[MBS] Tree

Intellectually, she knew that Irina was no more aware of the soft lights and twinkling ornaments beside them than she was of anything that wasn't her bottle and maybe their faces, but that didn't keep her from rocking her to sleep next to it every night, hoping to imprint some sliver of memory of her very first Christmas into her developing mind.

[MBS] Present

She does very well buying for everyone else, but finding anything for her husband is an absolute impossibility.

[MBS] Snow

While she'd never deny that it's beautiful, she prefers to look at the vast blanket of sparkling white from somewhere very warm, out of the frigid mess.