I haven’t taken the Christmas decorations out yet. I’m thinking that I won’t. This year I can’t seem to find my Christmas spirit. Oh, I gave to Médecins sans Frontières. I bought gifts for the children. I’ve made and sent the cards long ago. But I haven’t bought a tree and I don’t intend to this year.

Maybe next year, maybe. So, I’ve been looking at Christmas’ past. Check out that little gingerbread man. Doesn’t he look cheery? It snowed on Christmas Eve that year. I had wanted snow and everyone had said, “Oh, it doesn’t snow here at Christmas.” But, it did snow for me. I was a child again. I put on my wellies and long johns and ran down the road in the snow. There wasn’t a lot of it; just enough for snow angels, but it was my snow. That Christmas no one could deny me my happiness or my snow.

Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders). They’re our better angels.

*Yeah, yeah Lennon and McCartney