I write this in the quiet, on a dank, gray Christmas morning, made bright by the lights on a Christmas tree and by the thoughts of what is to come. Soon, everyone in the house will be awake, and we will begin cooking for the feast this afternoon. We began preparations last night, after the Christmas Eve church service and after a lovely get-together at the home of some of the church members who thoughtfully invited us to the festivities, but around midnight, we gave up the ghost.
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