The Most Valuable Gift

The Christmas Morning has passed, where the perfect tree and gifts were just so placed, stacked and neat. All that remains is a tree empty and alone, boxes and bags gone. The homes filled to the brim before, guests and family, where today only the exhausted remain.
Melting pots of personalities gather around, so many different people. All of them linked by blood or the bonds of friendship or marriage.

Continued in Growls Of A Wolf

© Vance Gatlin 2010

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