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Eve

It is Christmas Eve. I am at my parent’s house on the New Jersey shore. The air is still at this moment. It is early evening, but the light is disappearing quickly here on the bay. The water is shimmering in the dim early winter sun… and it is very quiet, until a knock sounds. But it isn’t what you might think. I turn to look… it is a gull dropping a clam or some other hapless shellfish on the dock across the street. There isn’t a human in site… but this gull is enjoying his seafood appetizer.

The angel on the tree is a family relic of sorts. My parents bought it when they were first married and has looked down from the tops of every single Christmas tree year after year.

Happy Holidays to all!