Christmas at Outlaws in Carefree, lights on the tree outside,
a fire burning brightly, people standing by it, getting warmed
up in the darkness.
Cold Front taking a short break to drink something, their
throats parched from singing one song after another, a great
start just before the Christmas season opens on Monday.
December 17th, our anniversary, many years together now,
enjoying our sons, grandchildren, nieces, nephews and family
a peaceful calm feeling of tranquility, lying down in the
beauty of it all.
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