clipped_wings
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We live in a small cul de sac. For the last 15 years, we have decorated the street with "Santa's Runway". Hundreds (yes, hundreds) of re-purposed plastic 2L milk cartons that have been cut and filled with sand & a tea light candle. At dusk, we light them and our precinct becomes softy illuminated with the next best thing to a glowing runway. People come from everywhere to walk with their families and watch the house lights.
On Christmas Day, long after lunch has settled and the wrapping paper has littered the floor, my darling Mr Clipped patiently hops in his trusty red Holden ute - and drives slowly up and down our street to collect, clean and store the cartons at our factory for next year. He grumbles about throwing the lot away and how he is too tired to put this effort on for neighbours who disregard him 364 days of the year. But then, some magical happens on December 24 and he does the whole thing again.
Miracles do occur
On Christmas Day, long after lunch has settled and the wrapping paper has littered the floor, my darling Mr Clipped patiently hops in his trusty red Holden ute - and drives slowly up and down our street to collect, clean and store the cartons at our factory for next year. He grumbles about throwing the lot away and how he is too tired to put this effort on for neighbours who disregard him 364 days of the year. But then, some magical happens on December 24 and he does the whole thing again.
Miracles do occur
