The luminaries were lit along the roadside at the behest of my spouse.
The house was clean and the rooms upstairs became quiet.
This is so much better that previous year's riot.
We don't do reindeer food or cookies and milk by the fireplace.
Yet, there is something to be said for a good helping of chilled Buffalo Trace.
The last of the presents were placed under the tree.
While we search for peace in the world with all our might,
There is peace in this small home tonight.
To borrow a line from my favorite Christmas tale that has been spun,
"God bless us, everyone."
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