Every July, Evelyn set up her Christmas village.<\/p>\n
Not in December\u2014never in December. Too many expectations, too many people wondering if she was doing \u201cbetter this year.\u201d But in July? Nobody asked. Nobody noticed. And that\u2019s what she needed. Quiet magic.<\/p>\n
The boxes lived in the linen closet beneath extra blankets. She unfolded each piece slowly, like unpacking old friends. The bakery still had a sugar-dusted window. The skating pond still shimmered. The tiny carolers still looked up, mouths round with joy.<\/p>\n
She plugged in the lights and watched the glow ripple through the miniature town. Warm yellow windows, tiny wreaths, snowbanks made of batting. Her fingers rested on the chapel roof, as if checking for warmth.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks nice,\u201d said a voice behind her.<\/p>\n
Her niece stood in the doorway, travel mug in hand, the summer sun bright behind her. \u201cI thought I\u2019d find you here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn smiled softly. \u201cThe skaters were getting lonely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMind if I help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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