When I was about seven I lived in a very small town on the side of a mountain between Reno and Truckee. That christmas eve we had a blinding snowstorm and my stepdad was stopped by the CHP down the road in his commercial truck trying to get home from a road trip and they told him he would have to walk. He loaded up the presents he had to a toboggan (gift) and dragged it miles through the snow in the dark to our house in time for christmas. It's been downhill from there.
As I sit in a small house on a dead-end street with nobody around, it's quiet and peaceful. Tonight, Xmas tomato for dinner. I'm content, and what's in your wallet?