A Blue Christmas
A pristine layer of snow covered the neighborhood, disrupted only by a set of prints from a deer investigating the colored lights adorning sundry shrubbery and windows. Inside 2672 Windmere Lane, Helen walked into her undecorated den. Alone, she poured a glass of scotch and cried in the morning silence trying to ignore the date.
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