by Bruce Brady @BDBrady007
I love December. Although it’s the end of a year, we become
excited, anticipating family gatherings, gift exchanges and better days to
come. And as writers, we have the opportunity to give the gift of hope to a lot
of folks.
The chilled air is filled with the hint of pine. Every
night, homes and city streets come alive with twinkling lights and wintery
scenes in store windows. Nearly every neighborhood has at least one home where Santa,
his reindeer, and snowmen take up residency.
Many of us uproot trees, plant
them indoors, then adorn them with tinsel, ornaments, and candy canes. We hang stockings
for Santa to fill and mistletoe in doorways so that we might express our love
through pecks on cheeks or long passionate kisses. And it’s the time of year
when most of us are just a little nicer to each other.
