In the dark midwinter…

I love December.

It’s the cold, gentle, dark.

It’s the rain, and the soft wind that follows.

It’s that the days are short, and the light falls obliquely to the earth, golden against the leafless trees.

It’s the Christmas lights, cheering and bright.

It’s the Christmas tree, reminding me of our family’s varied history.

It’s Christmas itself , with memories of sacred ritual.

It’s the Resident Shrink’s latkes, a recognition of another culture and the respect and love we have for each other.

It is celebration of the turning of the year; sweet sadness for the year past — leavened by relief that we made it through more or less unscathed — and trepidation for the year yet to come.

I love December.

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