It was an unusual sight. As I came home from Midnight Mass in the wee hours of Christmas morning, the snow falling lightly to the ground, the moon shadowing the landscape, something appeared which I never expected to see even on such a glorious day of the year.
It made its way across Forest Avenue as I approached. I could tell by how it moved that it was uncommon for this day and age. Yet I had to follow it as it trod gently down an alley.
As I crept the new old van forward, the object stopped to stare at me. I had found the legendary Coyote of Christmas, right in Detroit. It looked at me curiously before darting into the trees which have taken over a vacant lot.
You didn't expect a miracle, did you?
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