Going My Way plays in the background as I light the candle and settle in my chair. Darkness stains the sky, and leaves shiver in the frosty night air. Inside, the air is thick and warm, infused with the inviting aroma of apples and cinnamon. The dogs look up expectantly as fresh loaves of pumpkin-gingerbread float from oven to countertops. "Maybe next time guys". Bing Crosby's voice soothes its way through my tense shoulders, instantly relaxing me. With only soft lamplight and shadows from the t.v., I tuck in under my quilt and soak it all in.
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