|If December comes, can drab cold be far behind?|
The days turn drab, withstanding the blitz of Christmas glitz and glitter and the assault of commercial noise, from the ringing of Salvation Army bells to the non-stop non-religious "Christmas" music blaring from stores.
Everyone seems ready for the year to just be over--at school and work--knowing the frenetic hassle that ironically leads up to a day honoring the "King of Peace."
Home becomes a sanctuary, from the coming weather, and the looming lunacy of packed stores. That's when it's good to decorate the tree, sit down by the fire, read a book, talk and laugh, pet the cats, drink some wine, and hear "Silent Night." Only then does December bring calm.