In years past we always took a trip to a warm climate in the dead of winter, but for the past couple of years we couldn't afford it. So we hunker down and dream of the coming of spring and hope that the cold season is merciful. I'm searching for something warm inside of me, something that will last until April when the flowers start to push through the cold ground. I am lighting a fire to shine through my eyes. I'm searching for something that the darkness cannot penetrate.
Oh Holy Night.
Maybe I'll leave some of my lights up through the winter this year. It only takes one little point of brightness to chisel a hole in the gloom.