December 26
Santa has gone,
but just for awhile. He shall be back. Don’t listen to the commercials: they
bellow and you need to ignore them.
We are fortunate
here in our little home, in our little neighborhood: the houses around us, in
their Christmas lights, reflect the slowly falling snow flakes. No two are
alike and neither are we. Each an individual with separate hopes, plans,
dreams.
Snow is the envy
of the other seasons. None but Winter, in our part of the world, can claim such
a spectacle. The wind blows the flakes at a slant. This makes it seem WE are moving,
tonight, to the right.
I hope your past
few days have been pleasant. Ours have been.
Good night. You
will have dreams of your own making.
I hope mine are
placid.
