The boys are asleep, the house is clean, I can smell the Christmas tree, and there is a pug snoring behind me on the couch. Perfect. The presents are waiting for the boys, as the boys wait in their dreams for their presents.
Silent night, Holy night.
Ah, peace.
(this is my favorite view of the tree, as I know this is what Gav will see in the morning. . .)
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