This night before Christmas, the town glowed with borrowed cheer, plastic lights, rehearsed smiles, and songs promising peace on repeat, while a tired clerk closed his shop at midnight, pocketed a forgotten chocolate bar someone had tried to steal and then apologized for, and stepped into the snow realizing that Christmas was less a miracle and more a quiet agreement to be gentle for a moment, ironic only because that small kindness felt rarer than anything the carols ever promised.
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