At some point tonight your father may disappear during the holidays festivities.But keep in mind he's probably just out on his Christmas-Porch-Den taking a few moments for himself, getting some fresh, frigid, very cold air. Let him be.
I live in South Philadelphia, and although times may get tough, work might be crappy, or it may smell like unbagged dog feces everywhere I walk, I can always depend on my neighborhood's elaborate window displays to cheer me up. Here are some of those window pane wonders...
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