when all through the house... gifts were being flung into bags... cookies were being tossed into tins... and any smart creature was huddling under the Christmas tree safely out of the melee... not much poetically, I know... yet quite accurate... thankfully, all our stockings had been hung by the chimney with care... in the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
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