traditional mulled wine
It was your first Christmas away from home, your first year out of college and you expected it would be a lonesome Christmas where you would call your family who, as usual, had a huge celebration and head straight to bed soon after. Instead, your roommate brought more than a few of her friends home and soon after, there was Christmas karaoke and laughter filling the room that was once dead silent.
The room was dark safe for the flashing of Christmas light from the synthetic pine tree and the TV displaying the lyrics to "Baby It's Cold Outside". A snort came next to you as your room mate seated herself beside you with a mug in hand, amusement in her eyes as she stared at the couple's hilarious attempt at the festive song.
She handed the warm mug to you with a smile, and the scent immediately made your mouth water as it reminded you of your mom's own recipe. A bright smile lit your face as you took a little sip followed by a hum of pleasure at the taste.
"Made mulled wine." she said simply. "Something to remind you of home!"