It is going on eleven on Christmas Eve, and my house is quiet. My DH is working on the new notebook computer I gave him, the cat is curled up asleep next to me as I type this and Christmas carols are drifting in from the other room where they are playing softly on the radio. I have things ready for my brunch guests in the morning. I was lavishly gifted by my family and friends, fed a wonderful meal at my mother-in-law's, enjoyed time with family and have more invitations for tomorrow than I fear I have the energy to truly enjoy. It is, simply put, late on my favorite night of the year.
My house is full of peace and hope and quiet joy. I wish the same for you.