Okay, I'm almost positive this fits the rules. I've checked like, a dozen times.

Lani (aka elanifave) twisted her fingers up in her bright pink hair and bit her lip. It had been a long time since the last Christmas (a whole year, right?), and she couldn’t remember which decorations to use. Was it the scary flying witch that cackled when you passed it? Or the fuzzy rabbit that normally ended it’s showcasing by being ripped down and cuddled? After some careful thinking, Lani decided she would follow her neighbors’ leads and stick with lights, and reds and greens. She climbs the stairs to her small, damp attic, and begins to search through the boxes of decorations. The floating dust motes are visible in the bright afternoon light streaming the lonesome window. Just when she’s about to give up finding the right ornaments for her cozy little home, the lingering scent of pine trees and spilled hot chocolate mix with the smell of rotting cardboard, and she suddenly remembers what she needs. In her excitement she grins crookedly and jumps up, only to hit her head on the drying springtime daffodils hanging on a thick cord from the rafters. She makes a note to herself to put those with the rest of her flower collection soon as she dusts brittle, brown petals out of her hair. She grabs a couple of boxes and rushes down the steps to start decorating. Garland adorns every open archway and paned window, and glittery snowflakes hang from the ceiling by the time Lani is done. A tree covered in colorful, nerdy ornaments, like Star Wars PEZ dispensers and a miniature Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots toy, stands askance in a corner of the living room. Lani loves the smell of pine trees, and remembers (vaguely) great big Christmas trees cut fresh from the Menewshan forests when she was a child, but she didn’t have the heart to hurt a poor tree every year, and plastic is her sad replacement. She shrugs her shoulders and stretches her arms in the air before starting on her baking for tonight. Friends and family would be joining her in just a few hours, and she hadn’t started any cooking yet! She had a reputation for being forgetful, though, so no one would be too upset with her. By the time the first guest arrives (her parents, of course) most of the food has at least been started. Sparkling grape juice is opened and all the pairs of expected snow boots are drying by the front door when dinner is ready. The meat is a little underdone, the potatoes are cold, and everyone has refrigerated cookie dough for desert instead of real Christmas cookies, but (almost) no one grumbles about it. Christmas is a time of togetherness for Lani’s family, and it doesn’t matter what they are doing whenever they are together. There were a few laughs, however, at the four-leaf clover adorned table cover. Lani could never remember everything she needed to.