It was a constructively dark and substantially stormy night. Rain streamed down and lightning flashed, but the house was dry and my family slept soundly. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, something the chimney keeps doing no matter how many times I ask it to just leave the socks in the drawers. I sat by the fire, listening to the thunder ...
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