There is no more blessedly peaceful feeling for Churchyard Chick than when she has all (two) of her baby (thirty-two and twenty-six years old) chicks under the same (her) roof, especially on Christmas Eve.
After saying a prayer and sharing a meal of crawfish fettuccine . . . after laughing (again) over past Christmas Eve’s gone awry . . . after opening one (small) gift each . . . after everyone (except C.C.) is fast asleep . . . she will stay awake until midnight . . . when she will place Baby Jesus in the little manger in the years-old nativity set on the mantle.
And she will whisper “Thank You” to God for sending His only begotten Son into the world . . . not because we are good . . . but precisely because we are not good . . . and tears will tug at her drowsy eyes. And she will smile.
And in the silent night of her home, she will sleep in heavenly peace.