I’m curled up once more in my favorite winter place. The lamp shines golden at my shoulder, the candles lend their warmth, and the tree bears silent witness. It’s Christmas

It’s quiet in my home. Stepping out to my kitchen, I refill my Christmas mug with coffee. In the corner, the lights of the tree twinkle peace, and I can

In morning’s dark, I glance up. Outside the kitchen window, the graceful fingers of the towering pine are silhouetted against the light. Dawn is breaking, and its brilliant colors are