“The children were nestled all snug in their beds…”
and we drank heavily while cleaning out the fridge.
They went to bed and I want the poem to end there. Tonight we sat with glazed looks on our faces, excited for the weekend, Christmas, and big travel; but pretty much dreading doing the Santa work of wrapping and placing all the gifties.
So they’re snuggled. And we’re immobilized by the stillness and quiet.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!