Yule Log

Late last night we burned the Yule Log. The warm glow from the flames danced upon our faces. Sara and I gazed deeply into each other's eyes; while we fed upon soft boiled eggs and caviar. The runny golden yokes dripping from our chins, then onto our linen robes.
I couldn't help but think how truly perfect this moment was - how I never wanted it to end. Then the phone rang. It was Tanya reminding me that there was a minced meat pie in the oven with my name on it.
I was a happy man. A very, happy man.

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