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The large armchair in which I was sitting tempted me to close my eyes and doze for a moment in its cozy embrace. Sweet relief.įor now, however, the house was silent and the last embers in the fireplace glowed orange. On Christmas mornings, while the kids shrieked with joy and wrapping paper flew around the room in an explosion of ribbons and bows, I sipped my coffee and silently celebrated the next 11 months without the excesses of Christmas. I’ve never been a big fan of commercial Christmas and reaching the finish line on Christmas Eve was always a relief. I reveled in a feeling of exhaustion and completion. The simple, quiet Christmas tableau made me smile. The kids had worked together - turning each block to find the correct letter - and spelled out “Love You Santa” with the worn painted letters. Next to the notes and the cookies and milk were the old alphabet blocks from my childhood. The handwriting on the notes was difficult to make out, but the sincerity and appreciation evident in every crayon mark and comical attempt to draw a reindeer. Next to Santa’s cookies were four thank-you notes. On the coffee table in front of the couch, the kids had carefully placed a glass of milk and a plate of sugar cookies liberally coated by our three-year-old with small mounds of red and green sprinkles.

My faithful pup Boomer snored softly at my feet - refusing to retire for the night until he was confident all the humans in the house were safely tucked away in bed. The twinkling bulbs on the Christmas tree provided the only light in the room. The last frenzied rush of wrapping presents was finished, and the tree was half-buried with a pile of presents that threatened to obscure the true meaning of Christmas. I was sitting alone in our den on Christmas Eve years ago.

For apple instal Endless Fables 2: Frozen Path