In the front window, the grand tree
showered light within and without.
Beneath it, presents were heaped in shiny
mountains.
Between the songs, there were
stories, and through both there was laughter.
But oddly, Aidan felt there was
something yet missing.
Christmas at Ardmore
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As they flew over the cliffs
in a night that had turned brilliant, Aidan felt the last piece slide
into place.
"There now, it's perfect, isn't it?"
He took Jude's hand, brought
it to his lips.
"Happy Christmas. To all of us."
Christmas at Ardmore