Merry Christmas Eve!

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So tired, in a good way.  Munching on Christmas treats, a call home, and ready for bed.  Perhaps no decorations were set out, but the crucifix and bust of Mary are always visible.  Prayers, of course, and the final ones of more import both this evening and through tomorrow.  As well, perhaps a call to my brother and his family, if that goes through.

May this Eve and the grace of tomorrow fill you for this year and for years to come.  Good night.