The balls on the tree are clear as glass, with a crystal vision of this Christmas past: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Holiday greetings arrived from family and friends. A long winter’s nap was not very long after all. What's that clatter? Oh, just someone's midnight bathroom visit. Cookies left out on a plate -- where did they go? At dawn’s break (or some hours thereafter), gifts were opened with glee. Looking toward the horizon of the new year with faith, hope, and empathy for everyone.

12.27.20