Christmas. No tree. No lights. No angels on high. Nothing more than an exchange of last minute gift grabs out of obligation. A sweater. Some lottery tickets. A little cash. There isn’t even a hint of nostalgia to offer a glimpse of what was. The nostalgia machine of the season fails to turn the cranks in this house. A reality of what is. It truly is a silent night.

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