It happens overnight: all is calm, all is bright.
The Christmas bread is rising, the butter chicken is marinating and I'm singing carols in my head. In the very early morning quiet, I can hear you all sighing, snoring, turning in your beds, smiling in your sleep. I am blessed, having you all there so close to me, in my heart, on my mind. Merry Christmas.
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