Oh, the feature walls and themed throw pillows and red plain rug over the back of the sofa, that faux-rustic "Farm-Fresh Trees" aesthetic in the kitchen, the red and green and candles that smelled of fir trees and cinnamon. It wasn't as deeply ingrained as in Aspen- that place was 100% Christmas- but it was the New York Apartment version of it. Tinsel had tucked away the larger decorative items just to make space for more normal things that weren't seasonal.
"That's how they get you," she joked, setting down her keys and handbag, and then slipping off her jacket and heels to join them on the floor. "Do you want a drink now, or wait until after?"