Summary: The Twelve days are over, but seven things remain.

Snow falls on Westchester. The afternoon sky, cloudy like cultured pearls, shifts gradually and sneakily into dusk. It has been a quiet day at the Xavier Institute. Current and former students making the point of sharing the space with surface ease. Smoke puffs from some chimneys. The sky has darkened just enough for lit rooms to glow yellow from the windows. Christmas is over; New Year's Eve is come and gone. Visits are ending. In the wake of the holiday fuss and preparation, seven things remain.