It’s a winter night, frost is nipping at the window. Your toes are curled against the warmth of the hearth. Smores? hell yeah. You watch your mom place the milk next to the chimney in preparation for Santa’s visit. She kisses your forehead as she walks by. This is what yogi peppermint tea tastes like. Love. Innocence. Child-like excitement. My life will never be the same after this tea. Everything is now dull and boring. This tea is my only light. May God bring vengeance to the man who dares take it away from me.