Little Mouse, Big Christmas — Part 1
The fire was warm as Grandma smiled at the screen.
“You’ll come home this Christmas,” she said.
“I will,” Niko promised.
In London, flight prices filled the screen. Too high. Too heavy.
Then one early flight appeared. Niko clicked buy.
The phone rang again.
“The fountain is frozen,” Angelina said. “Can you come?”
Niko grabbed his coat.
“I’m coming.”
Little Mouse, Big Christmas
Part 1: The Beginning
Winter has truly arrived.
A warm hot pot in the center of the table,
pan-fried dumplings turning golden and crisp,
and a freshly baked apple cake, still soft and glossy from the oven.
No rush.
No special occasion.
Just warm food, a quiet home, and the comfort of eating together.
For me, this is what winter comfort food really means —
simple dishes, shared warmth, and a little sweetness to end the day.
Part 2:
Winter has truly arrived.
A warm hot pot in the center of the table,
pan-fried dumplings turning golden and crisp,
and a freshly baked apple cake, still soft and glossy from the oven.
No rush.
No special occasion.
Just warm food, a quiet home, and the comfort of eating together.
For me, this is what winter comfort food really means —
simple dishes, shared warmth, and a little sweetness to end the day.