Christmas was all packed up and put away for another year. All the glitz and glam was gone. With help from my neighbors, my fake tree had been dismantled, folded up, corralled into its box, and carted off leaving me to contemplate my existential astonishment at how its bogus existence had created such genuine joy…
We all leave something behind when we interact with others, and the fragments, like little gifts of this and that, can bring joy or sorrow. During this holiday season when those around us appear to be fraught with anxiety, and fueled by bad news, I think about what type of gift it is that I…
Wishing you all the joy and happiness of the angels heard on high. May we fall heir to their promise of peace on earth good will toward all. And may their message ring in a new year of love, kindness, good health, and glad tidings.
I could use a little help here! I’m not sure how it happened, but I suddenly find myself in the midst of Christmas. There are only ten days left until after Christmas. Yoicks! How could this happen? Where was I when the memo went out? In the past, I could rely on seeing Christmas decorations…
I always imagined that Christmas trees are evidence that Old Man Winter has been nagged into submission by Mother Nature. Old Man Winter might be cold and frigid and undeniably unpleasant, but for this short time, he gets dressed up and turns out for holiday celebrations, looking his best at the insistence of Ms. Nature.…