One thinks
that
the holiday
season
has
slipped away
again.
Mindless
Moments
spent
shopping
and
baking
and
tieing
ribbons.
But it
doesn't
come.
The feeling
that
caught
you
once.
the
magic.
Until
a
neighbor.
recovering
from a
lung
transplant.
Whom
you,
without
so
much
as
a
 thought,
dug
canas
up
and
dahliahs
and
said,
"what
else
do you
need
to be
done?"
Shows
up
at your
door
with
season's
warmth.
And
you
bite
into
a
baked
good
filled
with
cardamon
and
are
transported
to
Stockholm
1986.
And
then
you
realize
it
is
a
year's
worth.
Do
good.
Make
the
best of
everything.
Live
simply.
Love
generously.
Leave
the
rest
alone.
Blessed
Christmas.