I know if I had anywhere else to call home at the end of these long, difficult terms, it could never be as peaceful as going home to this place. Seeing the fog roll back over the hills, watching the sun set behind that deep and tangled forest a the edge of our back yard view, and listening to the rain patter on our 120 year old roof: these things are home.
Merry Christmas, may your time be joyful, restful, and may you be a blessing to your families.
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