It’s Christmas. Christmas!
It’s still early. The kids are still asleep in their beds waiting for their alarms to trigger that instant Christmas morning jump-out-of-bed reflex. The soft, warm lights of the Christmas tree are glowing across the living room. I have the TV tuned to the virtual fireplace which, I suppose, is keeping me virtually warm.
Under the tree, the presents are snugly tucked in. The bright colors and shiny bows are just waiting to be ripped into.
But as I sit here waiting for everyone to wake, I’m looking most forward to what awaits my artist wife under the tree.
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