The only excuse for not posting is lack of discipline. Christmas season is busy for church people, but it's busy for everyone.
My nonChristian friends are often just as busy as I am, or more. They're shopping and baking and making their homes fancy and fanciful. I have visited friends in mid-December, and stepped into former apartments or hovels or houses that had become winter wonderlands. Why is it that we in warm climates do what we can to simulate German landscapes, with fir boughs and holly and pine cones? And those in colder climes bring simulated snow into their living rooms, as if they regretted the heat they so dearly pay for?
Perhaps we bring winter inside to warm our hearts. With what shall we warm the world?
Time to start writing again. Keep me at it, okay?
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