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Ely and the world sleep.

Things are quiet now. Small bulbs on our Christmas tree are burning away, creating a warm feeling, despite the frigid temperatures outside. Our five-month old typically arises at 4 a.m. But, not today. I would've preferred to sleep, but he has modified my sleeping habits. Our home, which was build in the early 1900s, has a wonderful feeling right now and I can imagine generations of children crowding around the fireplace and admiring the beautiful tree in the center of it all.