Here it is again: that time for tasseled toques, merry family discussions over which ornaments are the ugliest (and therefore should not adorn the top of the tree), snowshoeing up a mountain and tobogganing down it, and wind-up car races with the nieces and nephews.
It's a favourite time of year for many, yet it flies by as fast as Ol' Saint Nick is purportedly travelling in order to make it down all of our chimneys. I wrote a poem three years ago, highlighting some of the season's characteristics. See if you can find what's missing:
Wreaths of red,
brittle trees dead.
In the amount of time it takes for us to dehydrate an already-dying Douglas fir, the fridge is full of turkey leftovers, the recycling bin stuffed with cardboard packaging, and the closet crammed with boxes labelled for re-gifts. Today, tomorrow and the rest of this week, Don't Forget Love. Don't let any opportunity to love someone you know—or someone you don't, pass by. This is a season for sharing joy, peace, hope, hospitality, and friendship.