They, the most spiritual of the spirits , seemingly magical, these masters, they absorb all times of all Christmastides - they are infinite - even they take note of the shocks emanating on this Christmas eve morning - they take in and comfort their emissaries and other missives - and send them flurrying on their way to give life to the ether - even to them these eruptions of light and concussive waves are out of the realm of this most holy of times.
Their vantage is ever unique, sensing all a once - they instinctively know the dangers of these new extremes are surely part of the buildup of such during these times - but they also understand the corresponding new depths of opportunity and hope that arise - and challenge them to elevate to make the most - so they do, harboring the threat, but also reach ever more to appreciate the magnificence of this day.
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