I’m a fool for small gestures, private experiences, little personal moments that could easily be overlooked but which say everything.
But Christmas? This year, I have lost the beat. I have all I want and need nothing more.
Gifts for loved ones?
Storms have erased whole communities. Wars are tearing apart humanity. I picture hungry children and classrooms without books, and I want to be the person who changes that, if only for a few.
Yet, it’s the season. I say I’m not in the mood and won’t be.
But, then there is …