Antonioni's POV Christmas in my house did not announce itself.It did not sing. It did not plead for attention. It existed the way order exists—quietly, thoroughly, and without apology.I returned from the early briefing before dawn. The park was awake in the way disciplined places are awake: staff moving softly, guards alert but unhurried, systems humming beneath calm. Annabelle had not turned the house into a spectacle. She had turned it into ian ntention.The tree stood tall in the main sitting room. Not just decorative, but also commanding. Pine scent lingered in the air, layered with the faint trace of candle wax and spice. Lights glowed low, not festive, but warm enough to suggest belonging. The furniture had shifted subtly, not rearranged, but softened. Space invited presence without demanding it.This was Christmas under control.I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, absorbing what she had done without ever announcing hmyself The house did not feel decorated.It f
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