it's three minutes 'till the clock strikes 12, at least in my phone. i'm about to jump into the bath after working deep into christmas eve. christmas dinner won't be till tonight. after five years, it has ceased to be odd. two souls, more cheers, lots of presents, flickering lights, slippery pavements, outdoor frost. christmas is a moment of rumination, digging into the core of kindness. speak softly, whisper gently.
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