This is so twinkly and neat on Chloe, and arguably seasonally perfect: You can practically hear the wise men shouting at each other to grab the myrrh and follow that star. We don’t get to ogle much of the cosmos here in Los Angeles on a given night, and I miss that. This is basically reminiscent of best part of camping — the celestial view — but without all the crummy bits, like the bugs, and the camping. Happy Holidays! I don’t know what I’m even saying anymore, but I do know that I should be fired for not finding a gracefully punny way to wonder why she didn’t accessorize with Orion’s belt.