Merry Christmas and a blesséd Yuletide

Our sleepy ridge on the South Mountain complex awoke this Christmas Eve to a richly colored sky and a feeling of joy and anticipation. My son came for a brief but oh so happy visit, surprising my husband who thought he had to pick him up in several hours at an airport over a hundred miles distant. Dinner with family, blood and chosen, could not have been better! Well, maybe the cranberries got a bit toasty, but otherwise…

I’ll be better about posting after the new year, especially after my surgery in February. I’m rather looking forward to it.

I am so grateful for the gift of The Christ-child, the promise of Life everlasting, and victory of Good over Evil. I know the end of the story, and look in hope to the future. To be alive is to hope.
Fröliche Weihnachten.