Christmas morning...
has never meant much to me.Red stockings, tinsel and tassel, eggnog, mistletoe, mince pies, mulled wine. These things never furbished my December days.
Merriment is supposed to lace the air but when I gazed out of my window this morning, the streets were stripped bare of people. Fog engulfed buildings in the near distance. And even now, inching in closer towards the PM, not a sound is heard. Cheer is trapped indoors today, where the doors are locked by the warmth of familial love. Must be nice.
Happy Christmas, everyone.
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