A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| The time has come again to celebrate with family the holy night that Jesus Christ was born. We all agree that these special circumstances require solemnity. The church bells ring wherever you may go, snow is falling, and lights are all aglow. The carolers are singing "Jingle Bells" with lots of glee. The Christmas tree is trimmed with red and gold for all to see. The mistletoe is hung above the door for you and me. These holiday traditions bring us cheer and put commercial coaxing in high gear. Notes on the Cavatina form of poetry ▶︎ |