This would make it early winter in Rexburg, so I have no explanation as to why I seem so happy.
So, if I'm right, and it was around 2005*, then this is pretty early in our marriage. Our second Christmas together. It's funny what you remember. I remember these first couple of years as being kind of hard. I had graduated from college before James, and had found a job that I hated enough to work at for the year and half it took James to finish. We were hemorrhaging friends, everyone was leaving Rexburg, and the city was beginning to feel like a bit of a vice. But then, I remember that my sister was there, and James's brother, and how much I loved the time we all spent together. How that was the period that we all discovered Home Movies, and told ghost stories in the back of Craig's truck in Beaver Dick Park (back off, I didn't name it) and had the pants scared off of us by skinwalkers. And how James and his brothers floated the river and jumped bridges and how James and I would meet up with Annie and get Horkley's and sun ourselves at Rigby Lake.
So, I don't really know what to believe, whether these couple of years were difficult, or really just perfect. I guess it doesn't matter. These ideas can exist simultaneously.
*I am right. It's Christmas 2005. Because we spent Christmas 2004 with my family, and my mother wouldn't have sent my Christmas gifts if we were going home. I feel like all my time spent watching Murder, She Wrote has really paid off in my powers of deduction.