A misty-moisty Christmas morning.
No snow, but my Christian neighbor across the street, Joe, left his Christmas lights on through the night and into the day of his preferred brightness.
I followed suit and replugged mine in during this not-yet dawn.
It's nice to mark a moment of kindness from time to time.
Is it contrived or is it real? Does it really matter?
At the moment, I think it does not.
The light is nice.
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