It sat beneath the tree. Still. Unopened. Wrapped in quiet anticipation. The house was dim. Just enough light. To see ornaments catch a glow. And shadows dance along the walls. The lights weren’t on yet. Not all of them. Because some moments. Deserve a pause before the sparkle. You reached for the switch. One click. Then another. And suddenly. The room transformed. Warm. Golden. Alive. That’s when the bottle felt ready. Not before the glow. Not before the magic settled in. After. You opened it slowly. The pour reflected the lights. And the first sip tasted like tradition. Finding its way home again. When The Season Sets The Mood: Holiday wine isn’t rushed. It waits for atmosphere. For twinkle. For the feeling that the year. Is gently winding down. These bottles don’t mark time. They mark meaning. They wait for moments. That feel familiar. And brand new all at once. The Taste Of A House Turning Festive: There’s a shift when the lights come on. The world softens. The heart opens. Everything feels a little more forgiving. This glass tasted like that. Like warmth returning. Like memories being made. Before they’re even noticed. Your Turn Do you have a moment when the holidays finally feel real? Tell us what it is or drop a ✨ if the glow of Christmas lights has ever made your wine taste better. Cheers🍷