christmas morningTwas the day after Christmas and all through the home every creature had a cold or the need of a comb.

The stockings were forgotten by the chimney with flair as yesterday all candy from within was consumed on a dare.

The child was refusing a nap in his bed and the Mother had been seriously overfed.

And Lolly in her coughing and I in my snot had wondered if battery toys was something we should have forgot.

When out in the den there arose such a sound I ran down the stairs and was shocked by what I found.

I was thrilled by the site I had seen – W bouncing on his new trampoline!

We had survived the holidays with colds and depression with birthdays and bad tv and emerged with a confession:

The holidays are about the people you love and they can be complete without a turtle dove.

The friends that reach out during busy days of their own are the best kinds of gifts that can be known.

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