"In this way Penelope's happy and sad feelings got all mixed up together, until they were not unlike one of those delicious cookies they have nowadays, the ones with a flat circle of sugary cream sandwiched between two chocolate-flavored wafers. In her heart she felt a soft, hidden core of sweet melancholy nestled inside crisp outer layers of joy, and if that is not the very sensation most people feel at some point or other during the holidays, then one would be hard pressed to say what is."
-The Mysterious Howling (The Incorrigble Children of Ashton Place) by Maryrose Wood
Yes my darlings, I am (yet again) quite guilty of early holiday dreaming...but can you blame me? While this isn't per se a holiday tale, I am currently at the Christmas part and this passage is quite scrumptious.