A quiet descended somewhere between the last hours of Christmas Eve and 12 am Christmas morn. My husband with two of our children was away at midnight Mass.
Our middle had been home with me preparing the early Christmas meal. We always eat our Christmas meal in the wee hours of the morn after the return from Christmas Mass.
With the dressing baking in the stove and the meat and vegetables simmering I sat down to take a breather.
And then I heard the silence. Continue reading ‘The Quiet That Descended…’
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