When Christmas Eve looks a little bit different than you planned for,
but you still get to share some moments
to share your love together,
and you leave your patriarch where he needs to be, grateful for the clear care of the Lord in the developments of the day,
and return to find you were not the only ones thrown by the day (Asher: "Digby was naughty!")
and you get the little one into the bed,
get out the essentials,
and have a little (weirdly coordinated) Christmas.
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