Hummus and salsa, chips and pitas, olives to cranberries, yams to sweetness — oh, what delight from such bounteous platters. Chimes of the hour with music to sound, singers, instrumentalists, all gather ’round…
“As quickly as they arrived, they were gone.
In this vicious assault just after dawn,
Our lost innocents, so wickedly killed,
Left us the voids that could never be filled.”
A toy train would be nice, to show me you care, but it will get old, and collect dust somewhere. Love never dies, and never grows old. With memories made there are stories to be told.
A playful look at what happened after the nativity, imagining the three kings’ untold adventures, shepherds, and the baby enjoying gold, frankincense, and even black licorice.
Count your blessings instead of your crosses. Count your gains instead of your losses. Count your joys instead of your woes. Count your friends instead of your foes.
Another Thanksgiving is in the books. The kitchen is all in disarray, and we all pitch in to clean. We’ll all see each other another day, but this evening was about more than just cuisine.