Some nights need tea.

It's Thursday, 2 days past the big one, and I still feel like I am recovering from a Christmas hangover. No, not the kind you get from drinking too much eggnog or sipping on one too many peppermint martinis. I am talking about the late night with undiscovered hours, belly ache conversation, sugar cookie coma, wrapping paper whirlwind kind of hangover.

Then, after it's done, there's a certain kind of hush that seems to fall over us again as parking lots become less cluttered and wish lists subside. It seems as if the whole world takes a second to take a breath and a step back before the new year. So, while recovering, tea just seems appropriate.