The electric candles in our windows are on timers. The automatic shut-off occurs at 11 pm each night… except for last night. One of the timers must be broken, because the little light was shining, yellow and warm, until 4 in the morning. I fell asleep staring at it, mesmerized by its glow, soaking in the cozy aura–the same aura that fills “the Homestead” during the Christmas season.
I miss it.